Behold, an ode to Peotone!
On Monday it was our second home.
On #327 we did exit -
a decision we will live to regret -
to use facilities at the station,
but just wound up in stagnation!
The battery died with nary a splutter
sending all our good cheer a-flutter.
After fiddling with keys and maps and phones
we settled to wait with local unknowns
at the regrettable Circle K Taco Bell
which, three hours later, had become our own hell.
Sadly our hearts had started to harden,
interspersed with good lunch at John's Peotone Garden.
The car was then fixed! We got the good call!
But it was too late to get to Chicago at all.
By this point we'd had enough Ford dealer Americana,
so we hopped back on I-57 - towards Urbana.
