Drawing a major blank
Now what was the name of that fruit and veggies market
Where I would go to grab lunch during that summer
When I was working up the block?
It was a single name, I think.
Maybe it was Franko’s?
No, it had to be something else, instead.
Perhaps if they hadn’t closed down a few years ago,
I’d remember the name better than I do right now.
I can recall going there every day
for their red peppers and jalapeno hummos.
Their bread was always fresh, too.
So why is the name of the place
so hard to remember right now?
I’m wishing that I knew the answer,
but time has apparently relieved me
of this very small link to my younger days.
I suppose I had better get used to it.
POSTSCRIPT:
The place was named Stanley’s,
and it shut down four years before this piece was written.
As much as I wanted this name to eventually pop into my head,
I gave up and let the internet bail me out.
Memory can be a funny thing, sometimes.
