I'd never heard the term before today, but sloth that I am, I was delighted by the prospect of "finding" poetry and not writing it from scratch. How novel!
I conclude with my findings:
Tonight
There's a good chance
That some night you will be alone,
And happy about it
Even if the liquor cabinet is empty.
The rest are out of town,
Or at least out of the house.
You've begged off
A party invitation, maybe.
Hard times require respite
There will be no running around town,
And perhaps you will remember
This night more fondly than the lights.
Besides, tomorrow night
Is never too late to find new lovers.
From "What'll It Be?" and "Old Man Port Seen at a Cocktail Party" in The New York Times
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