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As we wander along in our travels and continue to see the horrid fall out from a global pandemic.  The legendary Pizza Grill at Trenton Transit Center.  Once open 24 hours a day and host to all manner of riffraff, adventurers, junkies, stranded passengers and locals.  It went through several incantations over the year but always provided a fallback and safety valve for those 3:30AM stuck in Trenton moments.  Time to kill before the first train of morning.

Nurse those two slices

nibbling crust and cheese slowly

watching minutes pass

I mean, there was the occasional mid afternoon or early evening slice but that was rather pedestrian.  It’s always fun to slowly savor a slice of pizza with pepperoni and jalapeno at 3:00AM watching panhandlers trying to scrounge a few bucks—getting chased from the area by the pizza shop staff.  Amtrak police largely indifferent but enjoying a slice of pie.  And the memories that probably shouldn’t be exalted come rushing back to me staring at a lonely barrier. 

Wonder the future

contemplate a twisted past

an icon fallen

to the ravages of virus

bent on perishing the dream