I can recall sitting with my uncle
that west end macdonalds
watching him smoke colts
sipping yesterday coffee
listen/talk that bush
camp story
piled on top of that
small town stony
plain jail story
pile like furs at the bay
too high to care
Of mickeys smuggled into jail
fashionable camouflage those
steel toed cow
boyboots
stories of bull cooks
sprayed with a fire extinguisher
of cars rolling three times and back on the road and just keep driving stories
that crack in the cold that spit at the asphalt paycheck
should have written all those
stories down
sitting alone with my uncle
truck drivin’ tb man
hiding him in the closet
when the cops came by
tell that story from the roof
sitting alone
fast food talking
quick no bullshit all story
all alberta north
nar dreams
hitchhiking like stomping tom
all ways on the highway
stomping like a greaser guitar
stick your middle finger out
still get a ride
stick your ass on an oil rig midnite shift twelve hours to go
up and down that red hiway
