Ten Days Left at Pizza Pius

Yeah…

This one's for Leo…

Pizza Pius… you fed the whole block.

Out on Main where the smell hits first,

Leo flippin' dough, wearin' sauce on his shirt.

Kosher slices, yeah, the best in town,

From the southside kids to the folks uptown.

He ain't just slingin' pies, nah, he servin' love,

With a Star of David hangin' right up above.

Thirty-three years, yeah, every day's a blessin',

Now we countin' down—just ten till the endin'.

Pizza Pius, where the crust runs deep,

From Shabbat to Sunday, memories we keep.

Leo in the back with that fire in his eyes,

Now he sayin’ goodbye, and we all askin' why.

Had my first slice sittin’ by that window,

Nana holdin’ bags, laughin' at the wind blow.

Leo knew your name, your fav'rite pie too,

Mushroom, no cheese? He got you. That's true.

Bar mitzvah pies, late night hangs,

Boys in yarmulkes throwin' high-fives and bangs.

Makin' dough like memories, hot from the pan,

He a legend in the kitchen—yeah, that’s our man.

And it ain’t just food, it’s soul and pride,

Whole lotta love baked deep inside.

He sayin’ he tired, but man, we ain’t ready,

Givin’ hugs at the counter, holdin’ tears steady.

Pizza Pius, where the crust runs deep,

From Shabbat to Sunday, memories we keep.

Leo in the back with that fire in his eyes,

Now he sayin’ goodbye, and we all askin' why.

Ten days left, let’s raise a toast,

To the man with the pies we’ll miss the most.

From the kids to the elders, yeah, we all agree,

Pizza Pius is more than just a recipe.

So here’s to Leo…

You gave us more than pizza, man—

You gave us home.