The Crystal Lady's

The Poet's Corner
Thirty Pieces of Silver
A Collection of Poems 
By Joan Estelle High 
Book 2
©2003

Road Kill
By Joan Estelle High
©2003

Getting something to eat on the road,
is not always a simple feat.
First you have to find parking,
For a rig of more than sixty feet.
Then if you get really lucky,
and your pockets full of money.
Food can still be a surprise,
In this land of milk and honey.
We have ate at lots of truck stops,
It was the only choice that we had.
A few times the food was pretty good.
But most of the time it was pretty sad.
Just where they got the recipes,
I would like to see that cook book.
I wouldn't mind the price they  charged.
If they but knew how to cook.
One of the first rule of serving food,
At least that is what I have been told.
Is that you serve hot food piping hot,
And serve cold foods nice and cold.
Spaghetti Sauce does not a Taco salad make.
Sausage patties should never be served rare.
They are not a piece or roast beef or steak.
Good food means taking just a little extra care.
Nothing like sausage gravy over biscuits.
It is a southern comfort food of old.
But not when the sausage is raw,
And the milk gravy in thin and cold.
If you find some good food on the road,
Make sure you stop and eat your fill.
Because the next place that you find,
Maybe serving the latest in "road kill".


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