Beside the candy counter,
On flowering carpet slopes,
My grazing heifer lows about her,
Behind the velvet ropes.
Why do you pine, Oh Cow my Queen,
Whom do you call
To come from the twilight of the screen
That glints in the darkened hall?
The lights come up; the ushers deploy
To herd the crowds who stream by glass and chrome;
At dawn, the iron Jockey Boy
Raises his lamp to walk you clanking home.