I’ve been standing here for an hour
The rain just started up
I walk past the line of cars stopped at the red light
Windshield wipers smudging the just wet dust
“Hey!” I hear
One last hand waves out a window
A buck in hand.
I approach the car, sounds like The Doors playing
The man’s face is clean-shaven
He’s got a crew-cut
This is a military town- Yut! Kill!

I could tell him a thing or two.