A carriage stops by a water trough and an
empty roofed stable with a long bench. Driver
helps folks and gets a drink. He returns, tells all
they leave in one minute. A man of no rank says
why stop. Driver says, no stops for 150 miles and
no one wants to be near here. So, are we ready?
road side picnic snack stop
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low on melons
but
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me honey dew
mellow...on
a meal...on
me lawn
stan sand
the drive was intermittent
everyone had to pee at the different times
distractions
strangers in rest stops
that were duplicates of duplicates designed
by MacDonalds and
merchandising psychologists
I wandered by the sunglasses
and video games
inhaled fast food coffee
and sized the out-of-towners
up
down into the parking lot
didn’t seem like a rest stop
with all the pulling in
and pulling out
kids running
spilled drinks all
about
and a Ketchuped french fry
squashed near the
umbrella benches
going somewhere while
all the while traveling on Facebook
in a silent car
scrollng for anything
except traveling this far.
I was driving home from a trip
on route 66,
and the hour was very wee,
pulled over at
an old abandoned rest stop
because I had to go pee,
Finishing up my toilet duties,
I started to wash my hands,
when I heard someone
come in the door,
and I gave out a loud gasp...
Running towards the door
I heard the e.t. say,
"Wow I didn't think I could hold it
in this long! And by the way,
does this rest stop
sell any Milky Way Bars?"
I am a sinner.
I thirst for life’s water free
Quenched thirst evermore
By Robb A. Kopp
(this rest stop)
Should be closer
Out of false expectation
Hope arises in the darkness
To worldly brightness
Life must hate us
It sets us up for death.
(this rest stop)
Should be closer
Out of false expectation
Hope arises in the darkness
To worldly brightness
Life must hate us
It sets us up for death.
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