Brother Jimmy’s BBQ

It is a little late in the evening for barbeque,
but you are drawn by neon in the rain
and the promise of heat as blues rattle the windows,
a deep bass thump you feel on the street.

The food is almost secondary
to the company and the atmosphere,
to the story of the time and place and experience
that stays with you long after the meal is gone.

About this poem

I love going out to eat. Nice places. Dive bars. Little diners. It has little to do with the food itself and more to do with the feeling of a place and the company I share. Experiences and emotions stick with me a lot more than mere nourishment. In a real way, experiences and emotions are my best nourishment.

The picture was taken in Chicago.

Tom