Terminal Cafe: Coffin Nails and Java…by Robert M. Katzman
By Robert M. Katzman © August 8, 2012
Amarillo Diner
Solitary Truck Stop
A ragged rusty sign with
Every other letter
Blackened, broken and dead
Like missing neon teeth
Lazy smoke drifting sideways
Out of a pipe
Poking through an
Ancient corrugated
Tin roof
Trucks pointing
East and West
Both sides of the blacktop
Coming from and going to
One hundred miles of nothing
Hairy black Tarantulas
Crawling across the
Molten blacktop
Bleached cow skulls
Casually resting on
The side of the road
Hot sirocco wind
Blowing past
A Sagebrush canteen
The men drift in
Seeking shelter and coffee
Dottie and Karl
One cooks, one serves
A hyphenated couple
In an endless sentence
Serving sullen men
As day drifts into night
Cracked boots and big belt buckles
Black leather wallets chained to thick leather belts
Marlboros and Camels
Tucked into tight corners of
Parched cracked lips
American Truck Drivers
Jeans sagging
They park themselves on
Spinning diner stools
Flashing the hairy
Cracks in their ass
For all to admire
Dottie brings coffee
Dottie brings eggs
Karl burns the toast
Heaps on the hash browns
Not much conversation
In the Terminal Cafe
Men, fleshy men
Slap their log books on the counter
Stare soullessly at the
Greasy griddle
Sip their coffee
Greedily inhale burning tobacco
Grey ash falling on
Their bulging bellies
And, so what?
Big nation
Small diner
Regular crowd
When there’s half a dozen
Grizzled guys gathered
Old Dottie unbuttons
A few buttons
To thrill the guys
Her sagging Valley of Death
Tits for tips
She smiles, flashing
The Truckers cry in unison
“Oh, Dottie, no!
Button up!
Damn road’s scary enough!”
Everyone laughs
Even Karl
Not much else
To break the silence
Or entertain
This center of nothin’
Smokey Texas Playhouse
Empty plates
Good tips
No one screws Dottie
Or not like they used to
When once a look from her
Sly Lizard eyes
Raced their Dieseling hearts
Time to shove off
They hit the can
One more steaming piss
And out the door
Dottie and Karl
Wave goodbye
The Diner’s rusty spring
Slams the door shut
Making the damn Horseflies
Fight their way in
Bellies full
Motors rumble
Gears grind
Black exhaust belching
Tired eyes
Peering into oblivion
Red tail lights
Shrinking smaller in the night
Someone’s waiting
Time is ticking
Forever behind schedule
18-Wheeled ships
Passing in the desert
Yeah, brother
Hell has messengers
Breathing and blowing smoke
Never enough time
Never enough money
American Truckers
Too much freight
On their shoulders
Missing families
On their minds
They hit their
Laughing Devil’s
Immortal road
One
More
Time
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