The Food Song of J. Alfred Gristedes
Let us go now,
you and me,
to the grocery store down the street,
to buy fajitas to spread upon the dinner table.
In the produce aisle
women come and go
talking of lemons and mango.
Do I dare to eat a peach
before I have paid for it?
I have heard the cashiers talking
each to each
I do not think they will say hello to me
In the produce aisle
women come and go
talking of lemons and mango.
We have lingered in the pasta section
among boxes blue and brown
Until stock boys move us rudely with their frowns.