Poetry of the New Jersey Turnpike by Ron Zutz

I hope that I shall never see

A restroom stop named for me.

A stop whose hungry drains are pressed

Hoping for my bladder's best.

A pit that stares at crotch all day,

Awaits my trembling hose to spray;

Urinals that in summer's rush

See some sights that would make me blush;

Over whose mouth men have rained;

Bladders no longer filled with pain.

Piss is made by fools like me,

But pissoirs named after Joyce Kilmer -- only in New Jersey.

© 30 June 2014 

About the Author 

Ron Zutz was born in New Jersey, lived in New England, and retired to Denver. The best parts of his biography have yet to be written.