|Early 20th century. 5" wide 13.5" x 10.5" opening.
Every frame tells a story, and this one is mine,
Conceived over a martini, into the privileged life, divine,
A product of the Gilded Age, born to be progressive,
Penthouses, roof gardens, what soirees I've attended
Designed amongst and for 'dear, dear' friends,
I held a portrait for Abbott Thayer,
And a bas-relief, for Augustus Saint-Gaudens
Yes, I've hung high art in high society,
Amidst the highest of brows,
Overheard gossip about a murder,
But the trial of the century, I dare not arouse
From the upper echelons to the Upper East Side,
Your acquaintance I await at Lowy,
Care for a high ball when you arrive?