The Hamburger Lounge? Yeats loved it there.
Eliot, Crane, Whitman, Amy and Robert Lowell,
When they wanted hamburgers, they knew where.
The Golden Ox on Clybourn used to prepare
A fine zwiebelfleisch, served with a roll;
But the Hamburger Lounge? Yeats loved it there.
He rarely attended the Golden Ox, nor repaired
To the old Gripe ‘n’ Groan. Edna Milay, Heinrich Böll
When they wanted hamburgers, they knew where.
Kit Smart, Hilda Doolittle, Pound, John Clare,
Their passion for hamburgers was beyond control;
And the Hamburger Lounge? Yeats loved it there.
Though I am unworthy, this one aspect I share
WIth the past’s great metrists, in my heart and soul:
When they wanted hamburgers, they knew where.
To reveal, to disclose a hamburger past all compare
Was their supreme aspiration, their deepest-held goal
And when they wanted hamburgers, they knew where;
The Hamburger Lounge? Yeats loved it there.
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Author: Mitch Sisskind
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