You ask yourself if fresh feta
From a vacuum packed container
Bought at Trader Joe’s,
Tastes as good as feta
You remember from Greek town Chicago.
Pungent bricks pulled
From briney bucket sea.
New sensation on your tongue
Next to gyro and potatoes.
Your waitress brings a smile,
Baklava, a cup of thick coffee,
An offer to read your future
In the bottom of the cup.
You thanked her for Turkish coffee.
Over a Cypriot wall
She handed you your bill.
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