Men in white coats and puffy hats toss pizza dough in the air silently behind glass. The gooey mass twirls, grows, rips, is reborn. Long black tables in back. The tinkle of happy music draws us to the long benches. A player piano is alive.
Notes spray forth.
Keys depress, guided by invisible fingers. Brothers and sisters fight for another slice of pie. I love cheese. The crust is thin, brown and crisp. Cheese dangles toward my mouth as I lean my head back as far as it will go.