Families
came for biscuits and gravy,
Truckers pulled
in to spend the night…
Parking
their semi’s row after row
Discreetly
out of the diner’s sight.
An oasis for
weary travelers,
Showers,
burgers and French fries…
The truckers
after ten P.M.,
Sought out
whatever pure lust buys.
Stockton
locals, guys and gals,
Both cruised
the parking lot…
Watching for
flashing dome lights,
Shirtless
truckers, and nights…so hot.
The brazen
waved, “Come hither”
Posing
unzipped on their running boards…
Setting
sights on Jimmy’s Cadillac,
Pickup
trucks and the rusted Fords.
The families
with their napkins,
Dabbed their
lips and paid their tab…
Unaware of
the sexual Olympics,
In almost
every trucker’s cab.
this spot was great! it is also great thing to made this by the writers a poetry to describe the place. truc stop
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