covered in hot pastrami

did i leave

my hat on the train.

the cashmere

cap

that kept me warm

from the Hudson wind,

or was

it left in the hotel room.

or on the street

between Vanderbilt

and 41st.

maybe it's on the floor

at Katz's deli,

beneath a table,

now covered

in grease and

hot layers of pastrami.

i loved that hat.

whoever finds it,

i hope they enjoy it,

but i'd really like

it back.