in bold
white blinking letters
above the
Jersey turnpike,
Avoid New York.
it was during the transit
strike,
but we pressed on
in her beat
up blue Toyota,
smoke pouring out
of the rusted
exhaust.
forward i said,
hit it,
and we did,
straight to Katz's deli
for nourishment.
an enormous deli
pickle and
a fat hot bed
of pastrami on rye.
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