Second Choice
The restaurant was noisy;
We shouted when we talked.
If I had been from Boise,
I’m sure I would have balked.
But all the hungry tourists
Outside Katz’s formed a line.
For deli, we’re not purists
So the other place seemed fine.
The food was mediocre;
The service merely fair,
But rain was the provoker
So we ended up in there.
Yet it was what we needed,
A refuge from the wet
So convenience superseded
The pastrami we’d not get.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2017
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