A Haiku Dedicated to the Gas Station Burrito

Slave to the heat lamp

Salsa hides what I must fear

I take my chances

 

Haiku written by me, Scott Henderson

Sunday March 30th, 2025

 

This haiku reminds me of a road trip I took to southeastern Iowa back in 2008. My wife was spending a week in Memphis Tennessee, and I had a week with nothing on my calendar.

 

I stopped for gas at a gas station and truck stop south of Cedar Rapids Iowa. After fueling up and paying for my gas I took a look at the food being served at the hot food counter in the store.

 

I noticed this spicy beef and bean burrito and it had obviously been sitting under the heat lamp for a while. All the grease, red in color had flowed to the bottom of the burrito leaving a bit of a soggy red hue.

 

Being I had been on the road for about 4 and a half hours and was starving, I purchased the offending burrito, loaded it up with sour cream and salsa and scarfed it down at the tables the store provided.

 

Luckily, I had made it to my final destination before the deep-fried belly buster reared its ugly head, but I learned a valuable lesson that day.

 

Beware the Below Par Beef Burrito

 

Done