We stayed in a dirty hotel.
Rooms along the shore
and we didn’t get sick.

Just down the street
flew thousands of rare birds
though I didn’t know it.
They’re bringing the trolley back,
said someone on local TV.

The room was hours
as long as we wanted.
We both blushed.
Our first meal was
and beer
and Rold Golds.

The second was a
Thanksgiving fiasco
at an old hotel.     Savior
in the form of bread pudding
I ate the next morning
with a plastic fork in
blue Friday light.
A&M played Texas.
We happened upon “Carnivale.”

Even though restaurants
not far away advertised creole
as we walked along The Strand
and I asked,
“Does this remind you of New Orleans?”

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