I woke victorious with $68
and two suitcases to my name.
Parked outside my job in an '84 Cadillac lowrider.
I tucked her deep in the corner away from view.
Reclining the front seat
all the way back with knees
cramped by the steering wheel.
Shutting my eyes, I prayed for sleep.
Growing bored, I wrote my name in graffiti
in the window fogged by
restless breath and
that endless muggy night.
Opening shift was
taken by storm, inside and out.
Raymond Strickland
07-04-16