La Brassiere Lipp

Poetry by Stephen Barile

On New Year’s Day.

At the Brasserie Lipp,
a temple of tradition,
there's no use phoning for a table,
they won't reserve one.
You’ll have to wait like everyone else,
It’s part of the Lipp ritual.
Smoking a pipe, cigar
or using a cell phone is forbidden.
Lipp is a place to converse,
to read and even to write.
Hemingway’s favorite lunch spot,
where he wrote his pre-wa…