Two Men, Two Pits and a Blog

Rainy Day BBQ Blues

Through the cold and dark the smoke shall rise
a curling blue mist that burns in the eyes,
Stoked coals heat the patient Patron
with pit scented fleece and a dirty apron,
The smells of spices thicken with rain
the longer he waits the temperature gains,
Hickory heats and odors his jacket
the pit brings peace from everyday racket,
He quietly waits as the rain drips on
and spring ushers out a snow filled lawn,
A flaming pit through its yearly fashion
the ash pan fills with a fiery passion.

“Grill on” – POTP

10 responses

  1. I TRIED to light the grill last night, silly rabbit, but we had up to 60 mph wind gusts!

    April 9, 2013 at 10:58 am

    • Yea, I’ve done that. I got it lit, bit the smoker got really hot with the vents facing the wind. Plus the wind blows all the great odors away. That’s never good!

      April 9, 2013 at 11:20 am

  2. 😀 Great post!! Reminding me again why I love your blog!

    April 9, 2013 at 1:19 pm

  3. Beautiful. You and your blog have totally inspired my husband to become the Australian smoking king! We bought a weber kettle cheap on ebay and he made his own smoker. We have been having a lot of ribs lately. Check it out if you like.

    April 9, 2013 at 7:20 pm

  4. Just sayin’ “awesome, dude,” simply won’t cut it. “Creatively brilliant poetry” says it much better.

    April 10, 2013 at 8:31 am

  5. Very thought provoking. And also, it’s a good thing you are not a “Man from Nantucket” lest we end up with a different form of bawdy prose.

    April 10, 2013 at 12:25 pm

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