You may find that yawning, somnolent with incense, she has slipped away around the corner to a restaurant where a painter having sketched the waiter on a paper napkin uses it to blot the marinara sauce from his blue silk tie.
"Joe Burke's Last Stand"
John Moncure Wetterau
I kicked off the computer, slipped on a suede jacket, and headed for Bleecker Street to fortify myself with mussels marinara and a stiff Bloody Mary.
"The Samurai Strategy"
Thomas Hoover