Elegy for 2nd Avenue Pizza

In Belltown
there is a hole
where a pizzeria used to be.

We would sit outside
from 4 to 6pm,

Passing time with 40oz of social grace,
drifting in and out of cheese soaked dreams
and mourning passerbys who had no mercy
for loose change.

Standing next to the oven
we saw them bake personal hearts
into the dough with pesto sauce
and chicken alfredo.

There was a jukebox,
which i'm sure is on a grave right now,
that played only early grunge music
and dixie blues.

Moments lost there
whistled and blink in high scores
chasing reveries
that hovered above the 50,000 point zone.

Closing one night
after 2am and counting
leaving rumnates
of small chunks of heaven
besides an out of business sign.

In Belltown
there is a hole
where a pizzeria used to be.
(and somenights I think it's still there)


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I've been working on that all week, considering where it came from I think it is going in a good direction.