Standing in a dirt lot
on Cesar Chavez
waiting to order brisket
at La Barbecue
we sip on local brews
purchased at the convenience
store on the corner
and make friends
with our neighbors
in the queue
from Perth, London
and New Jersey
sweat drips inside
our t-shirts slides
down our arms
saturates socks and undies
as we crack
open our third beer
after an hour in line
finally, we receive
our pound of brisket,
potato salad and pickles
take our place
at the picnic table
with our newfound
community and savor
meat slow-cooked
for sixteen hours
trading travel tales
we commune and imbibe
share recommendations
and discover connections
remember that food
always opens the door
saturates socks and undies
as we crack
open our third beer
after an hour in line
finally, we receive
our pound of brisket,
potato salad and pickles
take our place
at the picnic table
with our newfound
community and savor
meat slow-cooked
for sixteen hours
trading travel tales
we commune and imbibe
share recommendations
and discover connections
remember that food
always opens the door
What a wonderful conclusion.
ReplyDeleteThanks!
ReplyDeleteHow happy is the wait for something so good. I like a tasty poem.
ReplyDeletesuch lovely civility :)
ReplyDeleteThanks to all!
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