Page 113 In-And-Out
The sign calls me down to Sunset and the smell pushes me through the door
I think of The Dude while I order and the hard labor he might deplore
Animal style and no where to sit among the crowds who crave the same
I should have said “to go” as my energy drains fast
My number is called and I carry it out beside a palm tree
Delicious beyond belief I feel my blood rush as my bladder calls
Watching the night Sunset traffic my mood is Leopard strong
The passing car’s radio plays a country song
I head up Orange and into the hotel’s ultra-clean restrooms
Hot water forces a yowl and I wipe my red hands on cotton towels
In-And-Out is the night tonic for this strange life
In-And-Out washes away troubles, demons, strife, and even hunger
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