Different Slants

Seeing the World from a New Angle

Deli-Dali Delicatessen and 2/12/1970…..by Robert M. Katzman

Updated St. Patrick’s Day, 2013

Lincoln’s birthday.

On this day, in 1970, my father, Israel, and I met with the Baird and Warner property manager of the shopping center at 51st and Lake Park, in Hyde Park, on Chicago’s South Side. A giant Whole Foods store completely covers that site as of today. So use your imagination to see all I describe above, ok?

Forty-three years ago, I was 19, and my father was 57.

That morning, we were about to sign a lease to open the Deli-Dali Delicatessen, but legally, I was still too young to sign any lease. So, my father signed it for me. Nevertheless, I would own the Deli. He was to be the manager of the new business, which was about 200 yards away from my original newsstand, closer to the actual corner of the shopping center. My Uncle Ziggy would also work there as an employee. It was a happy day. We were hopeful and saw the future as a bright one for us.

This was ironic, because just 13 months earlier, I had unexpectantly undergone salivary gland cancer surgery at St. Francis Hospital in Evanston, Ill. and had the left side of my jaw removed by a Dr. Danely Slaughter. Nobody talked about “the future” in front of me.

(Read on …)

I wait For You…by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Poetry & Prose — Bob at 12:59 pm on Wednesday, February 4, 2009

© February 2009

I wait for you
I wait for you
Crushed by my anticipation

I wait for you
Playing with pink packages of fake sugar
Ignoring today’s Special
Searching the streets for you

Searching for the way your long hair sways
The indulgent tilt of your head
The coldness in your eyes
Your unapologetic walk

I endure forgettable music
Bitter aroma of burnt coffee
From unwatched pots
Wafting through the air

While I wait for you
The worn waitress peers over her glasses at me
Wondering: “Will he ever order?”
My tense body wasting her booth
Denying her tips from real customers

She mutters to the busboy
Her expression one of pathetic scorn
Women save for men who fail them
Whose suits are too big for them

I wait for you
I wait for you
That air you have of better things to do
Than be with me

The impatience in your voice
The disapproving lines bordering your tightened lips
The killing magnetism you exude
That cements me to this booth

My will crumbles
My plans on hold
My future on layaway
Enraptured am I by your criminal beauty

I wait for you
I wait for you
Crushed by my anticipation

Please…
Come to me

 

About the writer and his other life in Skokie, Illinois:

Bob Katzman’s Magazine Museum: 100,000 periodicals back to 1576!
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4906 Oakton St. (8000 north and 4900 west) Skokie, Ill 60077
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Poetry? For me, writing poetry is not an option.
It’s a response to emotion. Like cigarette smoke,
it’s fast-flowing, shapeless and with little time to capture it.
Writing poetry in an imperative. I say what I feel compelled to say.

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