So what if Sweeney buys drinks for Rachel Rabinowitz
or Aunt Helen’s footman dandles the second parlormaid?
At the rank-and-file Greek furworkers’ dinner
at Dante Caterers in Astoria last night
the floor was covered with iridescent vinyl
and the chandeliers were plastic and everyone spoke bad English
and said what a beautiful party
while to the electrified mandolins
of Athanasios and his Ethnorhythmics
the heavy-breasted, lacquered and mascaraed women
arose in their nylon dresses
of chemical turquoise, orange, and shocking pink
and danced with their dapper husbands
the foxtrot, the rhumba, and the lovely dances of Sparta
and did not profane them.
Katha Pollitt, from Antarctic Traveller, 1982