The Last Chestnut

Everlasting winter in the City,

Jack Frost's nipping at my nose,

Hell tugging at my shoulders,

Here's to the last chestnut,

Before I drop dead.

But alas,

I am saved,

By this wondrous chestnut,

Heat flows through me like a raging volcano,

The delicate, curious flavors entice me and astound me,

I am reborn.

The haunting hotdog,

The pointless pretzel,

The stomach churning churro,

Could be nothing next to the

Last Chestnut.

Rafael Joson