Stevieslaw: All You Can Eat—Hy’s Song

For my dad, a man with great appetite, who truly loved Thanksgiving.  I first posted this in 2014.

 

Hy’s song

Dad was banned for life
from the all-you-can-eat
places all up and down
the Eastern seaboard.
It was a wonder to see
his likeness on a greasy
“not wanted here” bulletin
board at an Italian Smorgasbord
just outside of Dover, Delaware.
At 5 foot two and 110 pounds,
Dad was a wiry anxious man
of prodigious strength.
As a parlor trick, he would
rip a Washington quarter
in half lengthwise, while
downing a Bud. The eagle on
the reverse screeched like a
startled seagull as he pulled it apart.
The partygoers loved it.

I was there when he won
the Coney Island Hot Dog
Eating Contest in 1977.
He downed 51 dogs
in just under 10 minutes.
Unlike the other contestants,
who appeared hurried,
dad took the time to smear
a bit of French’s yellow mustard
on each before devouring it.
The crowd loved it.

Now you folks all know
that I am just a faithful
chronicler of truth and beauty,
but I swear that on that splendid
4th of July, just an hour or so
after he ate a half a hundred hot dogs,
we got off the subway
a few stops early, so Dad and I
could share a couple of pizzas,
at Gino’s on Utica Avenue
with, of course, the works on top.

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3 Responses to Stevieslaw: All You Can Eat—Hy’s Song

  1. Love this, Steve. Happy Thanksgiving to you and Karen.

    Like

  2. Reblogged this on Sarah Russell Poetry and commented:
    A fitting verse for Thanksgiving. Steve is a great poet and friend, and I love his nothin’-but-the-truth recounting of his dad’s eating adventures.

    Like

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