Poems of the Week

An Elegy for Cole’s French Dip

by Matt Schatz

“Cole’s French Dip, the oldest restaurant and saloon in Los Angeles, is slated to close its doors Aug. 3.”
Los Angeles Times

When we think of French dip goals,
We think of jus in little bowls.
And that is what they do at Cole’s.

Philippe, I think it must be said,
Pre-dips delicious drippy bread,
And serves their sandwich soaked instead.

But now we dip Cole’s down to sleep;
We pray the Lord its bowl will keep.
I’m grateful we still have Philippe.