The Jewish impresario and the Catholic industrialist
Were enjoying lunch at the Four Seasons
Hashing out the details of the financing required
For a Broadway show they were producing
It was to going to be the show everyone would want to see
They chose that particular restaurant
As it was shunned by most of the theater people
Who they both knew and loathed
And admired by the business magnates
Who they both knew and loved
Meanwhile, Philip Johnson was seated at his usual table
In the room he designed with Mies
Quietly scribbling out an idea for a Synagogue
Still processing the guilt that haunted him
For his adoration of Hitler in the years prior to the war
The menu had been recently updated
For Summer
The Crabmeat Cakes were highly recommended
As was the filet of Bison
But not the charred Squid
It was 1964 and the Beatles had invaded
Ed Sullivan had introduced them on live television
73 million people watched the Fab Four
In a country that boasted almost 52 million TV sets
Each averaging a solid square foot of black & white magic
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