peterbilt cap

peterbilt cap

A Chapter by keith
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kinda/sorta

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peterbilt cap






kinda/sorta





'here honey, go put these on.'


she was so kind and wonderful and kind


'hello? put these on, go on,      go'



huh?        what? oh yeah     gotta stop this drifting s**t        gotta focus
what did she say?


i look up and she is holding a small bag and a baseball cap         holding them out to me


'uuuuuhhhhhhh ok'       genius right?          duh! master of communique? si!        no?


i took the offered bag and hat, pausing but for a second yet it seemed like eternity
peterbilt ... that's what the logo on the cap said          peterbilt


ok


i make my way to find the restroom and change into the gifts that lovely lovely being ...
that waitress the one that had smiled    flirted and winked      oh my
she had handed me a bag that had t-shirt and pants   
                                 and a cap that announced no screamed peterbilt   

 whatever

the t-shirt left a lot to be desired

ugly yellow with arnie's truckstop tucomcari nm across the entire front and the back it said nothing
tucomcari huh?       nm?       new mexico?

last i remembered wasssss        wassssssssssssssssssss

looking in the mirror i did not know this person standing there wearing such ensemble
but it must be me       who else          just who dressed me        huh?





sitting here stirring my coffee     real coffee     in a real cup
why was i stirring?         i drink my  coffee black

i need to get a grip
like real soon
like now

i want more coffee


i caught her eye and nodded affirmative ... 

10-4 good buddy ... got your ears on?
smokey ahead back her down

'ya doin ok honey?'
she really did mean it


'am i ok?
i got coffee ... real coffee
i got a real coffee cup
what else does a man need?'

uh oh ... she ain't smiling


'got plans honey?'


'not really ... it's all new again'


'looky here honey, i got this friend that needs a good bartender. think you could pour some drinks?
he's a good friend if ya know what i mean, and he needs some help
i'll call him right now ... so what's your name honey?'


'name? uh, tracker'


'really now? tracker?'


'yes mame ... tracker twain and i do know how to pour a good drink!'


© 2022 keith


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