tL's phOTOGRAPH_oF_tHE_dAY #1707 - 7 Up and a Burger was a buck 19 ... at the HiWay 90 Cafe; no more stares into the coffee, no more dreams flyin’ out the window ... at the HiWay 90 Cafe; whole wheat down, laugh a minute, more yarns spun than a 45 record, long before “been there, done that” ... at the HiWay 90 Cafe; styro joe to go, just like the women-white & sweet ... at the HiWay 90 Cafe; dusty dimes fed the jukebox, babies asleep on the seat ... at the HiWay 90 Cafe; waitresses painted their fingernails with guards red polish and the hollow-eyed trucker ate his last yellow jacket ... at the HiWay 90 Cafe; Lucky Strike decal on the plate glass snapped the dream of the rodeo star ... at the HiWay 90 Cafe; after the best shots, past the last call, another Saturday night special ... at the HiWay 90 Cafe; Jack Palance smiles and Barbarella styles ... at the HiWay 90 Cafe; wait for a blessing, after a sneeze, a strange place to pray ... at the HiWay 90 Cafe; smokin' Chesterfields by the idling Greyhound, where ya headed? there ain’t no escape, the dreary east isn't far enough from points west ... at the HiWay 90 Cafe; who owns the silver Mercury? my other car is a broom, portable parking lot going somewhere ... at the HiWay 90 Cafe; yeah aye ah help me! life’s a hustle, unemployed prima donna lookin’ for work, no reasonable offer refused, puttin’ on weight, other folks sorrow ... at the HiWay 90 Cafe; blue jeans and 2nd hand fur, zig-zag bong toke, the neon’s too bright, man ... at the HiWay 90 Cafe; gotta make 250 miles in 5 hours, what do you say? move it or lose it, go your own way ... at the HiWay 90 Cafe; peeled paint, like dried tears ... at the HiWay 90 Cafe.
