THE LONG DRIVE


The Long Drive

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‘Pietri, I say Pietri you are the sweetest boy a’ the three’

He mumbled something inaudible in return

He was sure stripped to the waist and sweating

the sun scratching at him, a muzzled curr on heat

Black scars to his bronze back say a lot more than his drawl

‘Misters Paul and Danno I ain’t got no energy in ma’ tank’

He gripped the oily wrench and pushed down hard

breaking the seal and finishing with a toss of greasy, black hair

‘It sure is hot ma’ boy you deserves a cool, long drank’

A skunk lizard scrambled across the yard and the sky hung holy

As a bhoy I had eaten one of tham damn thangs, cooked on grass and stones

All I could think of today was bloody steak, red an’ like a woman’s hole 

‘You be okay now Misters, I’ll write you a ticket.’

I handed the boy a twenty and told him not to trouble

‘You just tell that mean bastard I called in for gas that is all!’

‘Cos you know that it’s more than juss’ lizards are watching us speak’

The boy wiped his hands on a raw cloth hanging from his grey overalls 

He had the sweetest face I thought, ripe and sallow like a Coachela Valley date

It glistened strong and thoughtful as he accepted another note for the gas 

and retreated to the shade of the wooden outhouse to fetch change

I heard the cry of a red-shouldered hawk shoot across the flat land

which sends ice down my cerebral nerve, arrests me, waking my soul

Once heard a bluejay mimic that same sound but he was juss’ too ornery

The boy had returned and took time returning my fourteen cents

I always knew I had spent too much damn money keeping that ve-hikle perky

we drove that road with that birds call cooler than a minty mohito stretched on i-se

T’was the only cold thing about that day I returned to Bakersfield County

and parked up my night-green Lincoln in the lane that led to our father’s house

writtenbyedenbray06.03.2013

                         edited24.02.2017

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About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and thats all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I stopped writing was it 9/11? .. . Eden Bray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I'm a Writer and Artist since 1966, now a Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . please join the shebang but more importantly please leave me a marker with a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thanks, edenbray
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