Thick and deep brown mud
Encircles this road stop café
Endless trucks line its lot
With a smattering of family cars
Needing a break from the road
Black tilted trash cans
Dot the edges of the concrete
Kept company by the weeds
That grow with reckless abandon
Tall swaying trees
Offer much needed shade and cover
To the picnickers underneath them
An idyllic day rocked by the cruisers
That flood in
Drivers with already dirty boots emerge
Dogs on lengthy tethers follow
Bounding and ready for the game
Whimpering with glee as leads are loosened
Noses hit the ground
And dart towards the woods
Hoping to find that missing clue
That will remove the traveler from the road