Travel Log: Roadside Store
1 min readDec 30, 2018
Charles cast critical gazes
at dashboard, muttered dark prophecies
related to transmission
while Dad and I compared landmarks
for Ramirez Road. We settled
on ramshackle store-been-there-forever.
Charles’ blue eyes lit
as bright as pavement heat
swaying to our highway song:
Have you ever eaten there?
Faded pink stucco,
heartless signs for food and beer:
all these years,
all these years and not once
had I stopped,
not even to see
if it was worth fearing.