Hwy 183

I am 56 sitting in traffic
On Hwy 183 far northwest
With my wife looking at
An hour’s delay in grid-
Lock so we pull off the
Road to a little BBQ joint
To kill and hour snacking.
We walk up to the window
Inside and read their wall
Menu as the attractive
Grandma-cook-waitress
Looks us over.
My wife asks me
What I feel like, I reply I
Do not know what I feel like.
The woman behind the counter
Reaches across and takes hold of
My shoulder and arm saying,
“Feels pretty good to me.”
We laugh and I say we gotta
Come back to this place!
My wife gives the look
That says when hell
Freezes over we will.
We each get a well
Done sausage
Half dipping
It in BBQ
Sauce
As
We talk
And read
The local news
Sheet on events in
This quarter of the world.
We both know we feel
Like our lives are
Intertwined
Forever
And
We
Are happy
With what we have.