Cars climbing up to Cathy’s Café
Sitting on top of Cabbage Crest.
Slick slippery sliding snow-smothered
damp-frozen mist-hung snake-slither road.
Big-rig semi-haulin’ 4-wheel grindin’
stud-crunching chains-clinkin’ trucks,
Cadillacs and Cameros and piece-of-crap junkers
All chugging up to the neon halogen glow
HOT SOUP and COLD BEER and FRESH BISCUITS.
Rough-scrabble sardine-tight parking lot,
Gravel-packed ice-gelled concrete
Crunch-slip-slide into the bar,
Hot and dark and bright white under booth lights
Beer over here!
Hey honey you need
warmed up?
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