Joe’s Pizza


Wednesday Words
I wrote these words after a once a year phone call with an old friend.  
Remember that place down on fourth street
We used to go in for a slice after work
The guy in there, I think his name was Joe, I really can’t remember
He used to spin the pizza right there on the tip of his finger
I was in town the other day
I thought I would stop in
I tell you, it’s not the same
Even though it still looks the same
It looks the same
But it will never be the same
Looks the same
It will never be the same
Still the same
It will never be the same
Still the same
It will never be the same

It wasn’t the best pizza that I’ve ever had but it was our place.  They would spin the pizzas right there at the counter.  It was real thin pizza with lots of grease.  You could fold it up and wring it out like a damp rag.  We’d grab a large pizza after work on Friday and that would be our sustenance all weekend.  I will always remember it as a special place but I have no interest in eating a slice from Joe’s.  I am sure the place and the pizza would be completely unrecognizable.    
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