Under Old West guitar and Jazz band trumpet,
where the riverboat steam horn blares,
you order a corn dog.
Beignets and étouffée
are down the way, cowboy,
you don’t have to put up with that.
But the sun dips into everybody’s eyes,
strollers full of screams rock by
start searching, at the popcorn cart and in your life,
for something more
you’ve been settling
Copyright © 2022 by Matt Mason. From At the Corner of Fantasy and Main (The Old Mill Press, 2022). Used with the permission of the poet.