Rollin’ down Rt. 66 at 66 miles 
	an hour we came upon the sign 
that read, “Fantasy,” 
	and another that read 
“73 Ounce Steak For Free,”
        (caveat: You have to consume all 73)
and then we passed the 
	75’ aluminum cross at the spiritual 
rest stop and we knew we 
	were just 20 miles out of Amarillo city.

My pulse quickened as the highway became 
    	a race track of Ford 150’s, 250’s 
and three's roarin’ down on me  
	and up my rear 
as Amarillo came near. 

My guess was the first stop for those big horse 	
        powered cowboys would be “Fantasy,” 
and was not the spiritual rest stop with the 	
        75’ sparkling clean, aluminum cross that looked 
like no one had ever hung from
	such a monstrosity
as that, 
	let alone a 65’ sparkling clean, aluminum 
Jesus in a hundred gallon hat.
        We were on our way to Texas high society.