Hobo Hitches a Ride

I am hitchhiking rides to Britt, Iowa this week, and I’m not green. Fully intend to be named the glorified, brand new 2021 Hobo Queen. Wish people marked cars like they put hobo symbols on a fence post. I do not wish to get in with an axe murderer, a most horrible host. Used to jump in box cars but the rail yards are computerized now. They have surveillance cameras that count the hairs on each brow. Live by wits, my hypervigilant ideas keeping me alive, it never fails. The quickest way to the hoosegow is to get close to one of those rails. A prissy lady stopped and handed me meat sandwiches yesterday. She thinks if she wants to get to Jesus land, she somehow has to pay. Uh-oh. The cops are here to give me a ride to the county line. Riding rom sheriff’s car to sheriff’s car I should get to Britt just fine.