judgment as a matter of law

as we passed in the doorway one said to the other

"Is that cashmere?"

I was handed half a cup of beer from a keg

The cup seemed normal, so did the music

But he was wearing cashmere and pleated pants

to a kegger.

clothes mean nothing to me.

as for the ensemble,

had his arrogance been instead a fedora

I could have loved him.