Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Dream
I was cruising the Southwest desert and nearby mountains in a convertible 49-Merc inspired car, feeling the wind in my hair, and watching the state trooper in my rear-view mirror. He was just waiting for me to turn it loose. After a few moments of hoping he'd get bored and move on, I did just that. I was heading for a secret place in the desert where large rounded boulders as big a hillsides hide a sacred waterhole. I had brought with me a copy of a book on tulips written in Russian which I was going to present to the local water nymph . . .
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i'd like to go for a ride in that convertible
sounds like it might have a large v-8
and manual transmission
as we sweep into town and stop for gas
the girl at the cash register bends down
and grabs two ice cold beers and as she
slowly saunters out to the car the first words
that come out of my mind are, yeah this is my car
i'm just letting this guy drive right now
i guess it should say "out of my mouth" although i am out of my mind
...for letting me use the car for now
...I hop out of the car and take the two beers. "Thanks," I say, heading for the side of the station and thorny shade. I toss the keys underhanded, behind me. "You're driving now, big guy." Just as the state trooper roars up, sending billowing clouds of red dust skywards.
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