Back of a cab
a New York Minute
afternoon traffic
a bitch,
Trying to get
to LaGuardia
both halves
of a sandwich,
Two pieces slightly
toasted
Home Style
and Jewish Rye,
Pressed together
sticky bench seat
each
living a lie,
Made it across
the river
rearranged
your dress,
"Would you like a drink
before we depart?"
we smirk
each answer yes,
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