Hitching Hoochie

Drinks fridge murmurs accusations at me Seals connect with whoosh of door close Defuses incriminating strip of lights lairy Where I go from this station, God knows! Lady taking my coins sneers, fat old wench Bottled coffee shaking, I scope the scene Funny country fuel stop, platform with bench Five feet above bowsers, no other beings Infusing creamy caffeine flows frozen veins Squinting, suddenly morning haze is scared Flung away by fireball promising burn's pain Screech of rest room door makes me aware Swaggered jean jostling cowboy, crotch itch Rips sunstruck silver jangle of keys unfurled His calloused hands fondle freedom tickets Flanellette shirt, dog fur dull unkempt curls Moment slipping, I extend my leg, stretched Sandshoe foot dangled bare ankled amber His attentive sway, reaction I needed to get Casual smile exchange shows easy candour Disappeared Adam's apple displays his nerves Flipped flaxen cascades accompany my laughs I appear the type of slender he doesn't deserve Ask mystery man where his bloody car's parked Bow legged, he saunteringly walks me across Feet scuff on rough bitumen arrest birds Chrome, maroon forty year old ute's new gloss Brings his chest thrust pride, without words Thick doors reassuringly clunk open, vynyl Glides my compact package, legs swung in Sun warmed cabin smells of 70's revival Decomposing foam, dashboard shrinking Glances to get my approval of rev shudder I grin, grab the arm rest in readiness Rear wheels kick dust, bold engine thunders Gravel edges send intended impediment Thrumming along open road, windows down Throw my medusas in mad frenzy, big relief Inserts itself, I need to get out of this town Need him to take me there, encounter brief 10th September 2020