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\nCustom House Cafe stood on this spot, straddling
\nPier and seawall like a fisherman gaffing catch.
\nIt was here, in ’46 that Carolos brought pizza
\nTo the country—hand-pounding his dough flats so fine
\nThat when he spun them at the ceiling, light
\nFrom the harbor shone through.<\/p>\nAt the great iron oven he would hand them out crackling,
\nBubbling real Mafia mozzarella,
\nTomato so fresh it sassed you all the way down;
\nCrust edges: buttery popover. Friday nights,
\nRamirez and I downed two extra-largers per, hardly pausing
\nTo pull on longnecks so cold chunks of ice<\/p>\nStill knocked around inside the bottles. Today
\nYou can only get pizza at the franchise parlors in town
\nWhere the freshest thing going is the waiters.
\nAnd nobody tosses anymore. Instead, they pancake
\nTheir wheat-germy dough through rubber wringers
\nLifted from old washing machines in the junkyard.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\nThe Room Within<\/i><\/a> is the second collection of poems by Moore Moran, which also includes “On Wyeth’s Below Dover<\/i><\/a>,” “Ordinary Time in the Pews<\/a>” (which has also been published as “Ordinary Days”), and “That Breakfast<\/a>,” all of which were published in a chapbook by the New Formalist Press. It also contains “Late in the Night<\/a>,” published in The New Criterion<\/i>, and “Paris, After<\/a>” and “Today in Time<\/a>,” both of which were also included in Moran’s award-winning 1999 collection, Firebreaks<\/i>.<\/p>\n
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The poems in this collection were written over the course of more than five decades, along with other poems such as “Sleeping Beauty<\/a>” (first published in 1956) and “The Mountain Desert<\/a>” (1986).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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