In from YYZ to EWR
not having breakfast or lunch
I desperately needed something to munch
outside Lotte Palace a chili dog from a vendor’s cart
a botulism mart?
hit the spot but not very hot
off to dinner at 57th for a Greek feast
90 minutes later unholy grumbling and a multitude of gas
knocking down old ladies in my path
barely made it to the lobby WC
rest assured it wasn’t pee
was it the moussaka or Chili dog
can’t tell lost in the Manhattan Montezuma’s fog?
Robert K. Stephen