Jake Aller | + Follow Poet |
Free verse | + Fav Poem | Comment | Email | Print |

Hitch Hiking Tales Part Two

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 **** 

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

Copyright © Jake Aller | Year Posted 2018

Please Login to post a comment