As we wander along in our travels and continue to see the horrid fall out from a global pandemic. The legendary Pizza Grill at Trenton Transit Center. Once open 24 hours a day and host to all manner of riffraff, adventurers, junkies, stranded passengers and locals. It went through several incantations over the year but always provided a fallback and safety valve for those 3:30AM stuck in Trenton moments. Time to kill before the first train of morning.
Nurse those two slices
nibbling crust and cheese slowly
watching minutes pass
I mean, there was the occasional mid afternoon or early evening slice but that was rather pedestrian. It’s always fun to slowly savor a slice of pizza with pepperoni and jalapeno at 3:00AM watching panhandlers trying to scrounge a few bucks—getting chased from the area by the pizza shop staff. Amtrak police largely indifferent but enjoying a slice of pie. And the memories that probably shouldn’t be exalted come rushing back to me staring at a lonely barrier.
Wonder the future
contemplate a twisted past
an icon fallen
to the ravages of virus
bent on perishing the dream