Leaving a restaurant he stalls and sings
loudly and strong
to a throng of people waiting, longing
for pizza, pepperoni. A mister
has on a hat
with candles and ‘It’s my Birthday! ’ lit up.
Now all the crowd sing out ‘Happy Birthday’
and Andrew waves,
conducts a chorus extravagantly.
I bet you never saw so many smiles.
He parades aisles
winking at a mirror, giving himself the eye.
John Lavan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wink-2/
