A Pho Poem
The rain clouds above us were ominous; the air, a frigid chill.
It feels like a soup night, we said.
Yes, a big bowl of pho! That would fit the bill!
Somewhere close, not too far.
And it must be cheap!
Not more than seven bucks! And ten minutes by car!
We zoomed out. Got there in eight minutes tops.
It was an old school, local place,
In a room that smelled of old mops.
The service, well, it was absent at best.
Green neon. Placemats with Chinese zodiacs.
But that soup! That made up for the rest!
It was hot; it was good.
Yeah, it tasted like any other bowl of pho,
Yet it warmed us from the inside out, as we knew it would!
Pho Hung Vuong
14182 Newport Ave.
Tustin, CA 92780
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