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On the way down

By Wil C. Fry, 2014.01.22, 23:22

(Copyright © 2014 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.)


It was snowing in Topeka
When we finally crossed the line
We’d been speeding, we'd been smoking
And the floorboard smelled like wine

Keep the motor running
Said a weak voice from the back
It’s gonna be a cold one she said
As she rummaged for a snack

A bathroom break near Memphis
Then back on fifty-five
The days were warmer, the light was brighter
Maybe we were alive

Keep the motor running
Said a weak voice from the back
I can’t feel the air conditioning
As she rummaged for a snack

It was steamy in Jackson
As we kept heading down
The end in sight, the gas gauge low
I know we’ll make it now

Keep the motor running
We thought we heard from the back
A sign for Big Easy passed us by
With our nerves about to crack

The odor of the bayou will hit you
When you stand a little too close
And some gumbos will get you
If you take too large a dose

No one checked the back seat
As we pushed it off the bridge
Walking ‘cross Pontchartrain
To get a motel with a fridge



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