Alternative Lyrics # 3 (Me And Trucker Mcbean) Poem by Barry Van Allen

(It will help a lot if ' Me and Bobby McGee ' is playing in your head as you read this.)


Her bust was flat and she was rude,
... a tiny bit insane,
fingers probing holes in her worn jeans,
Bobbie hummed a trucker guy,
...while I stood in the rain,
then he drove and proved to us his love of beans.

We swooned way past noon,
and then we finally reached Montana,
the mountain air we found was welcome news,
walking didn't seem so bad,
considering the night we had,
and we were kind 'till he was out of view...

Breathing's just another thing you know that you must do,
even knowing... it seems unknown... 'till it's not free,
a breath every few seconds is what everybody needs,
you'll really miss it when your eye-balls start to bleed,
...so, think twice before you ride with trucker McBean!

From the Mississippi river through the Rockies and beyond,
we made a pact to just remain as friends,
... through many nights together,
... so many secrets shared,
we stayed true to what we said right to the end.

One day in Massachusetts,
I learned she slipped away,
to a place out on the cape,
... so I went to find it,
... It took all of my resistance,
to keep my views inside,
now knowing what friend Robert had to find...

Breathing's just another thing you know that you must do,
even knowing... it seems unknown... when it is free,
a breath every few seconds is what everybody needs,
and I have learned that there are different ways to bleed,
... I still don't recommend a ride with trucker McBean!


(My apologies to Kris and Janis, and to anyone else who
mistakenly thinks that they deserve one!)