I sit in my car
at the intersection of Mitchell and Pine
Smells of pizza fill the air.
Seriously, WTF?

On one side of the street
pizza by the slice.
A buck a slice.
I’m so serious I want to swear right now.
When school is in session, they sell about
four thousand a day.
Every day.
In a town of maybe ten thousand.

On the other side of the street
whole pies
So good!
thin crust
pepperoni grease running down your arm
as you devour every bite.
This place is the place
the place that built this town.
It is so <> awesome.

The light turned green
But I go nowhere
The car behind me doesn’t honk.
Why would it?
They can smell it too.