Stopping by JJ’s on a Snowy Evening

Whence this takeout is I think I know.

To me those doors are now closed though;

No one will see me stopping here

To watch John Jay pile up with snow.

My growling stomach must think it queer

How once food magically appeared

Yet now my swipes are null and void

And bring me no pleasure this year.

My heart is broken and destroyed

While Prezbo’s swells with schadenfreude.

I think of years past and I weep

For deep-fried snacks I once enjoyed.

JJ’s was crowded, dank, and deep,

And I have swipes I plan to reap,

But Roti Roll to buy before I sleep,

But Roti Roll to buy before I sleep.