"World's Largest Cinnamon Buns."
Just off Highway 16
waited a pure slice of heaven
deep fried and sprinkled
with confectioners sugar,
and advertised
by a neon sign.
A twinkling bell
announced our arrival
in an air conditioned haven.
A welcomed rest
after spending
four hours in 90 degree weather
at 4330 feet
wandering around the
Mount Rushmore monument.
I don't remember much
about the cinnamon buns.
Emily and I cooled off
and chatted with the locals.
Emily drank three root beers
and a pitcher of ice water,
as I nursed two Miller Lites
and flirted
with the blond waitress.
"World's Largest Cinnamon Buns."
Just off Highway 16
waited a divine creation
deep fried and sprinkled
with confectioner's sugar.
A neon sign pointed to our heaven.
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