Truckers' Haven Gone Poem by Doug Blair

Stop on Number 7
Shakespeare, antiques town
Not too far from Stratford
Place of bard's renown.
Tasty meals and always
Folks who knew your name.
Lightened every day's haul
Welcome just the same.
Rest and chat a brother
Shifting stopped a while
Legs to stretch and limber
Buddy cracks a smile.
This the taste of country
Schedule stops a bit
Almost shun-pike traffic
Glad to gab and sit.
Maybe it's the paper
Maybe it's the pie
Maybe it's the special.
Give their best a try.
But all now just memories
Portuguese clan gone
Cash scarce in this hamlet.
Numbers said "Move on".
Still the sweet aroma
Of their hosting skill
Conjures up glad memories
And it always will.

(R.I.P. roadside restaurant)

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