I saw her sitting at a table for one,
her hands were slender as she grabbed a sesame bun,
which was stuffed with three inches of smoked turkey,
onion, tomato, lettuce and swiss cheese,
opening her red-lipsticked mouth with ease,
she bit into the sandwich relishing every bite,
delicately chewing the morsel with delight.
Next came the mound of potato salad,
covered with a hard-boiled egg and pickle,
this woman knew what she wanted, she wasn’t fickle;
she cleaned her plate and wiped her lips,
then realized she had forgotten the potato chips,
her eyes shone as she munched with pleasure,
relishing every piece of her salty treasure.
She drank her coffee without slurping,
and tried to be lady like without burping;
the waitress asked her if she would like dessert,
scanning the menu, she chose chocolate cake,
she didn’t care if she was full and had a belly ache;
she lost self-control at the New York Deli,
where diets are a thing of the past,
and not a place for those who want to fast.