Hitchhiking
Bristol Pike
thumbing a ride home
drop off at 7-11
to snag large Slurpee
and a pack
of Fleer baseball cards
no longer sure
why I collect
maybe I’ll get a Schmidt
or a Carlton
usually a bust
I get the scrubs
no one will remember
10 months from now
let alone
10 decades from now
but the Slurpee
is purple
and more grape
than I can handle
crossing train tracks
I follow Second Avenue
and slip back home
a new Van Halen album waits
the cradle
will indeed rock today
loud and clear
as Junior’s slipping grades