A DOG NAMED RUDOLF

My Russian neighbor's dog
Sacha
a German Shepard
got the words of love
in a Chubby Checker
twist and has a tryst
in the corridors
of the alcove
now trying to play golf
takes down the picture
of the winning Chicago Cubs
after his hair is cut
at sunset
but now he wants
to drink vodka sauce
with lobster Newburg or tail,
Rudolf will not fail
to try rye bread and butter
or listen into my violin sonata
recital in the library
drawing room
as I'm performing
music by Hindemith
performing with my
accompanist Sally Carter
in spiky red heels
from next door
I do not want Rudolf
to be hurt for any reason
given it's his season and day
but what torture
to be a critic
of his every encounter
as the attic floorboards sway.