Passing Through Wilson, N.C., on Amtrak

On the Palmetto, train number 90,
Heading north from Charleston,
Heading home to New York City,
I hear the conductor announce:

"Station stop Wilson, North Carolina."

Wilson,
Whole Hog Cooker for the World
(Piggies with Big Shoulders),
They tell me your barbecue is wicked, and I believe them.

Wilson,
Home of Eddie Mitchell, Maestro of the Pit,
And Parker's, legendary too,
And I'm just passing through.

"Station stop Wilson, North Carolina."

And I'm heading home,
Heading home to New York City,
And I can't alight to taste the pig.
O conductor! O tormentor! Call me Tantalus.



Note: After writing this I did a little research and learned that Mitchell's has been closed since 2005 due to a foreclosure on the property, but that it will be reopening shortly. I've tasted Mitchell's sublime pig at the Big Apple Barbecue Block Party in Madison Square Park.