burnt Toast under grits , and Coffee taste as though it was strained through
my socks .
Western style prints all over the walls , and those suck a$$ Wagon Wheel
hanging light fixtures ,
yeah , typical ,
Another day on another two lane road .
Waitress names Sasha ( probably more like Ann , but , dreams of being
an exotic woman )
I tipped by nature , over kill , some waitresses think of it as
my way of saying : " Hey cutie , date ? "
Ma' was a waitress as I grew up , no tips , no eat that night ,
so , it's a guilt thing if I skimp on a tip ,,,
like I know the waitress is struggling and I am cheating her
out of reaching the Stars .
Depressing actually , to see a single Mom worked slinging slop
to Pig People ,, damn , make me an abortion before you make me a single
Mom and a waitress in my next life .
Dirt poor mothers , and this is civilization ?
Get the hell out of here man , this is far from civil .
I stepped off the stool , spun a ten across the counter and up under the
edge of my mostly full breakfast plate ,,,
Three dollar meal and a ten dollar tip ,, yeah , makes perfect sense to
this Hippie .
Stepping outside the Diner , Dust cloud meets me off the twenty or so wheels
on an 18 wheeler ,,,
can't hurt the grime already on me , just another coat added over
an already stiff with filth Jacket ,,
Been road bound now over two weeks , I believe sixteen days , might
be seventeen , not once have I changed out these 501's ,,,
Denim is like that ,, the less you wash it , the longer it last ,,,
and never use Tide detergent on Denim ,,,
Tide cleans by heat ,,,
which as well strips the dye out of the denim , and breaks down the
cotton ,,, turning them into rags ,,,
Woman over on the side of the sign for this joint , seated in a 25 year
old Pontiac ,,, watching me ,,
saw her inside as I entered , she was paying and about to leave ,,
she glanced over at me , gave me an up and down ,, and smiled into my eyes
with " Well,,, and just where did this Stud come from? "
I guess she supposed I was worth a wait see , and find out for herself .
Zipped to the neck the leather , threw the scarf around and tucked it
into the jacket ,, straddled the Bike ,, and she pulled up and stopped in front of me ,,,
She opened with : " Hey ,,, aren't you Tammy's Brother ,, ? "
( I know damned well , there ain't no Tammy , and this woman's done every brother in this area )
I manage a squint into the Sun , and sideways grunt a " Nope "
as I stroke down on the kick stater and fire up .
She thought she had me pinned in I suppose ,, I just cranked the bars right
rolled back , knocked it down in first ,, popped it out of there ,,
" STUCK UP A$$HOLE "
is what I think she said , As I passed out and onto the highway .
Dirt comes in a combination of lifestyles ,,,
sometimes it sticks to a jacket
other times it calls you stuck up a$$hole
and sometimes , it's that Burnt Toast under the Grits .
Burning Deserts , ,,, sage ,,, and heat , two miles high and you're
still frying ,,, what damned cause is there in making such a hostile
planet ,,, MAN ,,, give it another try Mr. God ,,, remember buddy ,,,
you're supposed to be a Perfectionist man ,,,
this is just too half A$$ for a perfect God ,,, unless your Throne is missing
Half the seat .
I heard a very old WW I Vet say once ,, " Ya never think , that a Foxhole ,
would look so beautiful ,,,until bullets and bombs chase you into one "
That described how I felt getting out of my family home ,, like ,,,
it was dropping bombs and bullets on my life ,,,,
and the Road out was my Foxhole ,,,
a place to rest and be safe from the crazy people in this world
( another note to Mr. God , which is crazier , Crazy people , or the Crazy God that makes them ? )
I mean , to what are Crazy People purposed ?
Why make them ?
Is it just to add variety ,,, or are crazy people a way for us sane bastards
to tell we are sane ?
never Mind Mr. God , I think I just answered it for myself .
I guess it's odd that ,, well ,,, that the question above came to me ,
between the thought that " Some people are better at blowing Bubbles that they are at Drawing Bubbles ,,, drawing a Bubble is kinda hard for me ,,,,
I just cannot seem to get the 3D image of them correctly ,,,like ,,,
HOW THE HELL DO YOU MAKE THEM LOOK LIKE A SPHERE ?
They just keep coming out looking like a circle ,,, no depth .
Kinda like that Woman waiting on me back at the Diner ,,, no depth ,,
just a hollow looking for someone to fill her Void for her .
a Dirty Bubble ? is that how I associate her in life ?
an empty dirty bubble ,,, with a NEED , to be filled by a Man ?
Lonely People , something I never understood , was loneliness ,,, in
other people ,,
Given that I myself ,, fight hard to find a lonely place to be myself
where I am the happiest .
I guess I should try and remember some of those bar jokes for people like her ,,
just to kind of entertain them while I make haste my escape form them .
It's got to be better than just a rude scoot off and being called a stuck up a$$hole ,, though I don't mind that handle at all ,,,, it's just that
sometimes I have to travel back through these spots on the road ,,,
and every once in a while , I do run into someone I pissed off ,, such as her .
No idea why I held a thought of her for so long , maybe I wanted to
be with her , and just thought myself cheap if I did ,,,
been said many times , even by me .
Ah well , that's what was happening back there , and out ahead is where I am
headed , so I dropped all thought of her and that snide a$$ statement of hers .
Desert winds are nice when it's very hot out , yet they are nasty when
mixed with sand and you're riding a bike across the desert ,,,
sand-blasted ,,, I've been ,,, and never liked it at all .
I pulled under a Culvert to get out of it until the wind died down a bit .
Shutting the bike down , I heard a weal voice ,,,,
" You're not going to hurt me are you ? "
Female Voice ,, I didn't even want to turn and look ,,,,
this FEAR Sh_t from people over my looks , sick of it to death .
I answered without turning " Ignore I exist , if it helps please , I have no need
to know you're even here , I'm just getting out of the wind a bit "
Names Angie , she said to my bent over ass as I wiped oil from my
rear wheel ,,,
" Nice enough name , short for Angel perhaps ? "
" Angela actually "
How'd your folks settle on the surname " Actually " ,,, that's a bit odd isn't it ?
I heard her snort a giggle ,,, " Last names not actually , it's insanity actually "
" Two last names ? ,,, that's even more odd , try again , I'm beginning to think
I can't trust you behind my back "
" You're a funny man ,, you always talk to people like that ? "
" Like what ? like with my back to them ,,, or with this smoke in
my lips "
" You're not smoking "
" Right you are ,,, not yet I am , gotta light ? "
She steps out and to my side , surprised me ,,, she was closer than I thought
from the sound of her voice ,,
" she lit a match and cupped it ,,,
" Guess I should have a smoke ready before I asked,,, eh ? "
again she snorted
I pulled a smoke and she lit it up
as I said " You always snort like that when amused ? "
This time it was I who got the short " Nope " reply .
" Well , what other noise can you offer when amused then ? "
" Oh , I don't know , sometimes I just hold the giggle in , and that
makes me fart out loud ,,, do you mean that ? "
I turned to her bag ,,, " you travel rather light for a fart'er ,, I'd think you'd
have more preparations with you for the times you really get to giggling "