Route 17 cutting through the New Jersey suburbs toward Manhattan was bumper to bumper by seven yesterday morning, with clutches of commuters at bus shelters along the way expectantly watching for their transportation. When I stopped for breakfast, a humble ingredient in the omelet led to larger thoughts of first romances long forgotten in a work-weary world.
The Majestic Diner
Route 17, Ramsey, NJ, Monday, 7:04 A. M.
Lox, scallions, mascarpone, mascarpone
the enchantment of the omelet
touch of tooth in first kiss
coffee’s tang the pewter taste
of orthodontics colliding
amidst the osculation
drop of jam on buttered English
and hi-ho hi-ho once more