On the road again. Atlanta. Work is hard as usual. I lived here once. At least my family did. I was on the road a lot then too. It’s nice to sit here in a rustic place and reminisce while I eat fried otters (oops, I meant oysters!!!). They have shrimp and grits here too! One of my favorites. It’s also nice to share the moment with a few friends.
District Social 252 W 37th St, New York, NY 10018 http://www.districtsocialnyc.com House Cured Salmon at District Social it is another Friday night in New York City and I feel like socializing started to walk up the street a block or two then… like an interesting sight like a demure lady refined it’s window caught my eye […]
RIBS FOR THE ROAD
can i make you laugh today
can i tell you a story
that will make you smile
or will the dryness
or will the crude edge
only make you frown
let me try
i’m stuck in an airport
delayed again, nonetheless
it’s dinner time and i’m hangry
there only two large restaurants
in the airport, one i hate
therefore, my choice
has been simplified
i order the ribs slathered
in a sauce named after
a famous kentucky sour mash
i wait and watch people
move along the concourse
finally, my food arrives
the ribs are…
huge…
…sorry i forgot to take a picture…
…pterodactyl sized…
ribs
people in the restaurant are staring
jaws dropped, mouths agape
wondering what on earth
is he going to do with that
i know i’m wondering
doesn’t matter, i’m famished
and i need to eat now
delayed flight statuses change
in a new york minute
i unfold my napkin
to retrieve my knife
lo and behold
it is a butter knife
seriously?
i look for the server
however, she along with
her cohorts are a scurrying
because the place is packed
many flights were delayed today
and many folk don’t have
many places to go
so they stop here for the show
watching me with my butter knife,
fork, big paper towel napkin in hand
tearing through my ribs
for the road
