Stuckeys signs rise into the sky like lamp posts
lighting the way from rest stop to bathroom break
to late night motels with swimming pools (yay!)
In between the miles I read every passing billboard –
especially the ones showing sophisticated grown ups
holding cocktails and cigarettes (temptation!)
White and yellow stripes disappear behind us in
the endless flatlands of Texas dotted with pumping rigs
like giant grasshoppers bolted in the earth. The first glimpse
of purple mountain slopes rise on the horizon like
a wonderous mirage after the boredom of dusty plains.
Green valleys and twisty roads meander
through lush forests and little towns and my stomach
does a flip in anticipation of almost being there.
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