a nascar napolean quick with
a word and slow with his step.
wanders out of oscars the bar across
the freeway from my house where
cars race by like clovered bees.
they honeysuckle to a pack of camel
cigerrettes mixed in with a hefty dose
of canoe cologne.
that sweet sweet bottled fragrance, draped
around the men as they wander to thier
trucks.
68 chevelle slightly lifted.
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