Found ya

Or did ya find me first?

We found ya… Bass Pro Shops.

The fish on your sign is not wet. But its mouth is wide open. Just asking to be poked through by the next thing that moves, whether that be the “B” in Bass or the pole in my hands. Hot damn!

We found ya… Diner.

I couldn’t tell from afar if your neon red lights meant that food was the side or main attraction at your establishment. Either way, I see your beacon in the night, as it pulses morse code for: “It’s all on the menu, tonight. But then again, you already know what you’re coming here for.” Hot damn!

We found ya… Olive Garden.

Those grapes, hot damn!