Ruth and Dave's

There was a store in Brooklyn selling Food we’d often crave. The owners were a couple Known to all as Ruth and Dave. On weekends I was sent there Walking just a few short blocks To buy bagels, cream cheese, whitefish And some thin-sliced salty lox. At times there was baked salmon And if my mom had the urge, On chocolate-covered jells And graham crackers we would splurge. It wasn’t every week we’d get Those yummy foods to eat. We knew a trip to Ruth and Dave’s Was for a special treat. So many years have passed I’m sure That Ruth and Dave are dead, But I can see them smiling, She with braids piled on her head.