Posts Tagged ‘Katz’s deli’

She Finally Ate The Big Apple Without Me: Revolutionary Napkin Poem Lament

March 12, 2015

She and her mom
(who I’d tried for forever
to get to Manhattan)
called me
from Katz’s deli,
ordering pastrami
on rye,

They’d gone to Central Park,
she, daughter,
New York experienced,
former wife,
in the giant green.

“What park is this?”
she’d asked.
And when my daughter answered:
“Central Park!”,
she said:
“I don’t know what I’m feeling right now!”

I told you!
I told her!
Gosh darn it all to heck!
Why wouldn’t she go
with ME?!?

You could have met me, yet … (apologies to Michael Buble’): Romantic IMprov Email Poem

October 4, 2010

You could have met me, yet/
there was something you just don’t get./

The wit, the comedy, the intelligence, the flair,/
the romance, the courtesy, it’s still all there,/
like a gerkin and pastrami, smelly,/
straight from Katz’s Deli./
You coulda been “having what she’s having!”,/
and it woulda been served with no grabbin’./
You coulda won your heart’s bet./
You coulda been served morning lattes/
with dark chocolate./

With Mr. Buble,/
we coulda danced
and romanced/
to his latest romantic duet … /
and yet….

Here we sit. /
Another week’s come and gone./
It’s the pits/
what you haven’t done/
to have met/
me yet.