[W.F. Lantry]

I think that I shall never see
a reststop that's named after me.

a reststop where the weary pause
to buy a bagel or fresh gauze

to wrap the wounds that brothers gave
in backseat rukuses, when they've

grown bored with counting cars all day
or gotten sick on chick-fil-a.

Rest stops are made by New Jersey
I wish they'd name one after me.