Going to Grand Island

I have low hopes setting off for Grand Island.
I've been there. It isn't too much of a town,
But it's near, and it's not here, and I've got some
Money. I'll buy a nice dinner, most likely
A steak, as that's pretty much all that is served
In the fancier restaurants in most of poor,
Dreadful Nebraska. I'll find a booth among
Farm families honoring someone, or young
Couples on their first dates. I'll have a few
Cocktails, but won't have dessert, then I'll
Scan the streets downtown for somewhere
Worth visiting for some more drinks. I'll see
Bars for old geezers, who've come in their
Pickups, and young peoples' places with
Blaring TVs, and, at last, I'll just purchase
A bottle of vodka and some sort of mixer,
And go back to my room to drink by myself.
In the morning, I'll check out, and eat, and go
Home, wondering why, given what I suspect I'll
Encounter, I drove to Grand Island again.

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Written on 2021-10-02 at 22:21

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Grand Island, where possibilities lay. So to speak.

I had a profound experience outside of Grand Island, it looms large as a significant place in my life. On the other hand, I had a friend that was born there, and he couldn't get out soon enough.