Color (Cullen)/Atlantic City Waiter
Atlantic City Waiter
WITH subtle poise he grips his trayOf delicate things to eat;Choice viands to their mouths half way, The ladies watch his feet
Go carving dexterous avenues Through sly intricacies;Ten thousand years on jungle clues Alone shaped feet like these.
For him to be humble who is proud Needs colder artifice;Though half his pride is disavowed, In vain the sacrifice.
Sheer through his acquiescent mask Of bland gentility,The jungle flames like a copper cask Set where the sun strikes free.