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We both know the smell of a convenience store at 4 a.m. like the backs
of alotta hands.
She sells me trucker crack/Mini-Thins (it’s like Vivarin).
She doesn’t make me feel awkward about it.
She can tell it’s been a long drive and it’s only gonna get longer.
Offers…
Me love
This is wonderful!
I am going to find a recording of this poem. GOING to. Gorgeous.
Jesus, Buddy. I’ve heard this performed several times but never read it till now. Chills.
this is one of my favorite poems by him.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZkofA_TWVw