A Poet's Haven

Anyone who’s ever cruised down.. 

Sections of olde Route 66…

Knows about those long stretches of road… 

Between gas stations and coffee shops…

And those stretches can be brutal any time of year…

Let alone the months of July and August…

My gauge was getting close enough… 

To kiss the Big E…

As my body was saying

“ touch some metal with that petal “…

The place I found had a new gas station and store…

But that old Cafe and Coffee Shop made me smile…

It was a short walk from my car to the cafe door…

I felt every inch of the 114 index there sign flashed…

It was a cold oasis in the middle of hell for sure…

Their coffee was tall, dark and handsomely strong…

My Daddy would have said 

“ boy it will put hair on your chest “…

To my pleasure they had wif…

And I could reach far beyond this nowhere land…

You had to order something to get the password…

It all seemed a little strange to me…

But this artist was set up and was busy painting…

His own work and portraits of tourists…

I could not help but notice… 

This one collection of paintings…

Each one was a different pose… 

Or settings of the same woman…

This one is of a woman holding a red cup…

Amazing details of this stunningly… 

Beautiful woman with long black hair…

I was able to get the waitress’s attention… 

As I held up my cup…

I was in no hurry, that hot blaring sun… 

Would be up for a lot of miles yet to come…

I asked about the artist and the woman… 

He was painting as I slipped her a tip…

She smiled revealing her dimples… 

As she briefly relayed… 

The story of her passing and his broken heart…

And as I am a sucker… 

For a good love story I bought the painting…

Maybe it was a come on, a good sales pitch…

As I’m a sucker for dimples…

Nonetheless the less every morning… 

The sun lights up her face…

As I smile at the woman with the red cup…

Knowing how easy it would have been…

To fall in love with her…

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