I’m in love with the impression(ist)

People think about how to set up
a bedroom
feng shui,
et cetera;

I want a cot
under the Renoir
in the first left corner
of that museum
in Chicago:

the one with the
three friends
who just rowed their
to a café 

and halfway through the second
glass of wine
the one with a mustache
leans back
and finishes a story