Through the mid 1950s afternoons
Were still in short
supply. You’d take
What arrived without
looking too closely
At the deliverymen.
Sometimes
There might be a bespoke
hour or two
Found after the war in storage
depots
They were sold by weight.
Sounds during such hours
travelled
At a civilized pace; questons
Would hover patiently
in the Schrafts
That used to be on 114th
Street
Allowing you to sip a cup
of chocolate
And eat half a buttered muffin
While you assembled an
answer,
Wound it up and set it
going
Click-clack-click around
the table.
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