RositaA Story by dana poem that sounds like an Eagles song (I stole "Winslow Arizona from their song "Take It Easy."Rosita (Rte. 66)
Leaving from Chicago with a suitcase in her hand, hitching on Rte. 66 in search of a new life. Rosita had a dream far off and littered with a need, And far off from her hellish time as a badly beaten wife.
The further south and west she went her thumb would find her rides, her Latina skin reflecting in the sun; her last ride stopped in Winslow, an Arizona town that could redeem her leaving in her mind, with a heart that needs redone.
Waiting tables at the diner, next to the Mother Road, helped her pay the bills and live a normal life, while the men would fall in love with her, her burden and her load, all of them requesting she’d become for them a loving wife.
At the diner, she was queen, and she called everybody “Hon,” serving warm attention with each and every plate; Rte. 66 would teach her tricks, yes, every single one to have every smitten man she served tip bigger when they ate.
At the diner she would meet her mate, a very special man; He treated her with love and gentle music flecked with flowers; while Winslow was her home, across this big expansive land, the iconic road was there to thank for all those dark and measured hours.
dan © 2014
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