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.
As we drove from Laredo to Shreveport, LA, we opined that Texas was the most boring state across which we had ever driven. The next day Arkansas moved into first place.