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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Next day A beautiful woman Drove me to near Chicago In a red mustang Might have been The girl in the song Took it easy Digging her vibe She invited home But was not sure If her estranged husband Would welcome me So, I am being foolish And inexperienced with women Did not go to her place And always regretted That I had lost My chance that day Then on to Chicago Several rides later Visited friends Hit the road again A series of uneventful rides With truckers And others And a week later I ended in New York City Slept along the way In cars In truck stops In high way rest stops Always moving Always going None stop talking And lots of free weed And beer And conversation One more memorable ride Occurred outside Albany On my return to Chicago A middle age creepy looking man Picked me up In a brand-new Cadillac He was he said a dynamite deliverer For the Mafia Went to various places To blow up shit He hated a lot of people Particularly hippies from California And Jewish people Looking at me to confirm That I was both I told him that I lived in New York And had never been to California And although I might have looked Jewish As I what was called back in the day A “Jewfro” I was not Jewish Many years later I discovered That I am indeed part Jewish But then I did not know And I felt a bit of strategic information Might keep me alive Then I realized that he was just jiving with me And we relaxed And he pulled out some weed And beer And we mellowed out But I believe that he really was with the mob Perhaps not a dynamite dealer A real made Italian made mafia member By Chicago I had enough I called my Dad Told him what had happened Wanted a ticket home And he sent me a ticket And 500 dollars And I went home I told him I would tell him My tales some day But never did I learned so much About my fellow Americans And the strange vibe That was 1975 And now it is too late But I wanted to finally Tell the world Of my hitchhiking tales In search of America 1975 end part two check out my poetry blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for this and other poems
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