route 66 be run down

I had some kind of dream of lit up fluorescent diners calling to me in the middle of the night. I thought girls on rollerskates might come up to my car with a vanilla milkshake. I actually assumed I'd see tricked out roadsters driven by cottonheads (my new term for old people) down the road. Instead I found lots of DUI checkpoints, a Denny's and lots of remnants of what once was. But, my waitress at Denny's Jacqueli kicked ass, and we stayed in Elvis's room at this odd motel with an old Indian guy who kept mumbling outside our room. So, if you're interested in remnants of americana, old road signs, and driving down the road seeing defunct, defunct, defunct, then this is it.