Rest Stop WHATEVER, DAD

Hello, van
Fading turquoise
A road trip
To Virginia

It is late
The sun is setting
All the trees
Are on fire

When the sky
Turns to mauve
You arrive
At the rest stop

Don't believe
The con artist
Let us eat
Something greasy

Save some seats
The floor is sticky
Wait on line
For the bathroom

All the toilets
Flush conveniently
Smell the soap
The wet fingers