Walking down 28th Street, to the N train after work,
I walked by a store that sells pickles the old fashioned way,
in barrells. Now, all I can think about is pickles.
I like dill pickles, sour, half-sour, gherkins.
Not too fond of the sweet though.
Vlassics are good.
B&G are better.
Boy, do I want a pickle.