engines sound like the growl of anger
you’d here from bears
in woods way off 
not here in this little city
which thinks it’s a big city
and some ways is
until you stroll the streets on
a first Friday when the tourism
agency thinks it’s doing good 
but all you see are the same sights
same sounds
and meet the same people
you’ve known the whole time
living here
and it’s a sweet night
waiting in the drive thru