The man leaning against the bed
near the dual exhaust pipes,
"AYE, GET THE FUCK OFF MY TRUCK."
What are you doing?
Coming out of the convenience store
can I get rides. No. Fuck no. Walk like
everyone else does. If you really want to get there
the night is young still. Your legs work, no?
If they don't, I know a place
beside the river
where no one will bother you and you will
bother no one. You smell terrible. Do you have
a gun? Do you have cash? I can help you,
but you cannot help me.
Jump in the back.
Bang on the side
when you're ready to get off. I will not stop.
Halfway there is still halfway there.
Tuck well and fuck like a king
when you get where...
...GET THE FUCK OFF MY TRUCK.
The river clan is gypsy. Not to be confuzzled
for jitney. Sweet hearts and sharp minds,
I'm sorry you visited from Cali.
Do you have any cash on you?
