I come from Montgomery

A midnight angel

Carrying hot dogs and chili

From Chris’s way downtown.

You sit on the beach waiting,

knowing the dogs will be cold

but wanting and eating

them, anyway.

Others have come before

and surely there are more to come

as I am only one angel, one eyed,

 one way, and there is more

currency than hot dogs

in the barbeque shacks

and roadside stands

and fried catfish at the red barn

with real homemade hushpuppies

and angels are they all.

With apologies to John Prine and Jack Kerouac