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12/20/08
Christmas Music
All around town, this Saturday night, Restaurants are surreally empty. Whether or not this pre-Christmas phenomenon is surprising Most likely depends on how tuned in you are, To the financial crisis choking the life out of the American spirit.
In truth, you don't have to be a newspaper junkie Or an Internet addict plugged into the blogosphere To get an accurate reading on the grievous fever chart Of the rank-and-file white- and blue-collar average Joes, Who can't keep up with their own shadows, let alone the Joneses'.
If the city's bistros, cafés, trattorias, fine-dining establishments Had a collective voice, it might sigh deeply, Not out of relief but heady desperation, Realizing that America's sudden decline into a restrained lifestyle Is the sad result of the abuse of free enterprise —
People lending, borrowing, hedging, leveraging illusions, Who've allowed the nation entrée To the illusory assets that illusory capital makes available, The stuff of which our iconic Dream is constituted, Which each of us King Tuts will take with us, in our sarcophagus.
In this deserted restaurant, five days before the Nativity, The speakers, sensing the suspension of discretionary spending, Aren't pulsating with jazz standards, Rather blaring typical faux-inspirational Christmas-carol fare, Attempting to mask despair prevailing in the air.
12/20/08
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