Lucille’s Sandwich
I had to journey out there myself
Not by the railroad
But by rented automobile
Because I wasn’t sure exactly where I was supposed to go
I found myself driving well past Huntington
In search of something ordinary yet so extraordinary
I heard rumors about this
And I’ve read articles about this
I’ve seen it in print
I’ve seen it online
I’ve even seen it on television
I drove around
I knocked on doors
I spoke to locals
I spoke to out-of-towner folks
I spoke to the baker
I spoke to the sheriff
I spoke to the barber
And I spoke to the pharmacist
It took me all day
But finally, as the sun was declining to stay in the sky
I pulled up to this diner
Where I knew for sure
I was about to have Lucille’s delicious egg salad sandwich
© 2025 David Greg Harth
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