611 SUPREME611 E Pine St, 328-0292The best bars in the universe deserve a book of poems. But there isn't a bar in this universe that doesn't deserve at least one poem. Bars, like poems, are the externalized soul of humankind. The latest soul to take shape on the Capitol Hill section of Pine Street is in the crepe restaurant 611 SUPREME. It's small, cozy, and a bit pricey--or at least I accidentally bought some expensive wine while drinking there a few nights ago. But the glass was moon-large, the wine as dark as Grace Jones' body, and the bartender happened to be an old friend of mine. CHARLES MUDEDE