In Which My BrotherMan Visits A Humidor Hoedown

He travels west to see his girlie, and

Along his route there is a strange truck stop

In Rock Springs, not what I would call the land

Of civilized pursuits, but one can shop

Therein for something that I love most true.

This photo shows its glory, for within

There lies a walk-in humidor! I knew

He'd have to check it out, for he has been

A-telling me about it for, oh, weeks!

He's not quite a cigar man, though, just yet,

So as I bought my fennel and my leeks

(It's for a pie), I knew that I would get

A cell phone call, requesting a consult.

Connecticut, I said, as a result.