Date: Mon, 15 Sep 1997 07:01:05 -0700 (PDT)
Title: I just pulled in....

Just as I arrived,
someone had
called
911.
I watched
as the ambulance
sped away. Aboard were
unconscious Shelly and a very worried
Vern. "I was tryin' to help her," said Vern.
"Ya was tryin' to be fuckin' Rambo," said Roach,
"jerkin' me around like that, then ya made me kick 'er!"
Shelly was breathing but her color was full moon blue pale.

Home again, Bikers, where there's never a dull moment to forget.

Roach faces me across the boothtable, nervous shifty guilt ridden
uncool, he mutters, "You gotta smoke, Boss?"  I hold my hands
out, palms upward, "No smoke." "I gotta go," he says.
Cop thoughts whirl crazily, like a blimp trapped
in a maelstrom, across his mind's eye and
the same old paranoia of being found
out causes him to walk not run
out the front doors of
Bikers to the safety
of being alone,
maybe find
a lonely
bike to borrow
or maybe just to fly.

*Ram.bo n. [From John Rambo, the hero of David Morrell's novel First Blood
(1972) and a subsequent movie] An extremely aggressive person who feels no
qualms about defying rules, regulations, or the law in order to right a
perceived wrong.

*blimp n. A nonrigid, buoyant aircraft.[Orig. unknown]

later,
d.

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              Many a man who thinks to found a home discovers
             that he has merely opened a tavern for his friends.
                                   -Norman Douglas 
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