When you enter the doors of Scaturo’s cafe,
A man with brown curls will show you the way.
“Table or booth?” he’ll ask with a smile;
It’s habit to him as he’s worked there awhile.
He’ll memorize your order, no matter the length –
A way to show off his intellectual strength.
Baked goods, an omelette or maybe The Mob?
Delivered to your table, by a Scaturo named Rob.