The word prompt for Thursday Poetry today at http://www.writersdigest.com, was “On The Road”
Here’s my burnt offering…

NEXT FOOD 47 MILES

That’s why I stopped
And if I hadn’t
I never would have seen the girl
With hair climbing to Jupiter
And nails that made me think of indelicate things
Like the dangers of toilet procedures
sporting four inch claws
But, damn, this peach pie-
it is sweet hot heaven on my tongue
And I don’t care that this old plate
Has a chip from 1964.
Just drop that thing
On the formica.
I’ll make it disappear.