In Our Toaster: NY Runs on Lenwich - A Poem
New York Runs on Lenwich
In a city that never sleeps, we chew,
Kaiser rolls stacked, bagels too.
Fast hands, big bites, let the hunger know—
Lenwich is my NY Hero.
No frills, all flavor, that’s how we roll,
Street corners hum, we feed your soul.
From crust to crumb, in rain or snow—
Lenwich is my NY Hero.