sunday eve, i like swooped down off the freeway down onto fifth avenuea 50 foot drop on a smooth incline that breaks off to the right off an elevated freeway just north of downtown st pete
it goes down for 100 yards, more or less,
way down there i saw a cardboard sign an i knew a drifter vagabond was standing there at the northeast corner of fifth avenue and the freeway exit
but hey i was in the right lane, the light was green,
i saw the cars clear out, swept across fifth avenue heaing south, glanced over and the fellow was walking it off, a look of resignation on his face,
i went across, and changed to the left lane,
made a u-turn a hard 160 degree abrupt left about face,
drove on up to fifth avenue to the freeway entrance ramp going th other way, man,
this is going somewhere, i yam telling you,
turned left on fifth and back to the bum's corner,
stopped, put on my flashers, and waved at the fellow,
he comes over, i hand him a five and my package of american spirit tobacco
shit, he smiles, he's got bags under his eyes, long outdoors beard and hair,
has on a fatigue jacket,
don't know if that'san affectation,
but the militarios don't got no monopoly on fatigue outdoors jackets,
it's just that a true outdoorsman would probably be wearing red flannel
plaid
so let's see
this fellow came up to the window and i like greeted him with a fist tap, ya know?
don't have to engage in a full handshake, safer, cooler, more hip,
he says's, "keep it showin, man,"
today after my zen therapist i went over to weeden island, a nature preserve on tampa bay, enjoyed the yellow wildflowers and the sawgrass,
cruised over to the gray zone,
the doctor was inn
smoked a joint
listened to th travailing wildberries,
came on home,
still had a stash of bugler's gold outside,
rolled one,
it was good,
damn, think i'll have another one
life is good
plus am working on my second shot of old dutch vodka
with a shot of lime,
lemon in th foist one,
mercy
this
one more for the road
a shot of vodka with a twist of lemon-lime
roll a stiff of bugler's gold
outside in the back
then sttart getting ready for tomorrow gotta wash my threads for work tow days
pick up
the kid at five
onto the doctor's at six for th tai chi club
to be to be dooo
unfortunately i gotta get up at five in the mawning
keep it showin!
unfortunately i called in nauseated from the tobacco
skipped tai chi
ad nauseum
