Drunk on
Bali Hai again,
Perched upon
hay bales;
Ice skating
in a frozen park,
Were my
winter’s Dakota tales…
This bearded,
pierced-ear protester,
The Vietnam
war, growing old,
Had an iced-in
prairie prisoner's dream,
Of escaping
his exile of cold.
Want ads for
a ride share home,
Attracted a recently
jailed,
Braless, lesbian,
with hippie dreads,
And me, whom
the Midwest failed.
Exhausted in
Wyoming,
We stopped
at the first rest stop,
The hippie
took a topless stroll,
Attracting a
pink Cadillac cop.
The license
plate said, “Sheriff”,
Between the
two pink fins…
He
threatened to arrest us,
For her
Godless Hippie sins.
Not guilty,
but really mortified,
How the
start of our trip went down.
The Cadillac
and a cowboy posse
Formed and
led us out of town.
Our u-joint
started knocking,
Finally
breaking in Salt Lake City;
The
disapproving Mormon glares,
Said we’re
in the Town Without Pity.
Safely back
in California,
The hippie
used my parent’s phone;
They
discovered her huge phone bill
A month
after she left their home.
