ON THE ROAD, II

November 9, 2002

Drunk wasted
moving
sliding
a glass door open to
get a beer in
some 7-11 wasteland.
4 a.m. A long-legged
red headed
strung-out stranger
waiting.
Neon flashing BUD LIGHT
MICHELOB.
The smell of
some BIG BITE hot dog
roasting
turning
slowly on a dirty unseen
somewhere grill. The
bitch behind the counter
squinting
watching
as if I
might
twist the cap
and drink it down
hiding behind
the can goods, baby food.
Well I fooled her.
I chose the MILLER
and thought of
you.

© 2002, Jeffrey D. J. Kallenberg

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