The Only Deli

 

Murray owns the deli.
The last deli, the only deli.

And thousands of menus
and millions of pictures

on a hundred-year old wall.
Germans. Romanians. Hungarians. Poles. Russians.

All inside boisterous delis.
The Jewish pub. A pint of gefilte.

A shot of matzoh ball.
The news here first, often Yiddish.

The Stage with star sandwiches.
The Bogart, the Audrey Hepburn.

The James Cagney, the Rock Hudson.
Named after patrons not kosher.

The best Jewish food this side
of Brooklyn. Inside the only deli.

 

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The Deli

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