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

25.07.07.21.30.18@130BklynNYC

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