coffeehammerman went outside

Hitch


Long memory for a bone:
the thumb that keeps stabbing
every morning after,
long after the ride
long after the disaster
the scene
the show.

Long before the rain gave way to mist,
giving way to haze and biscuits
over morning coffee

vomit.

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I went out west some time ago. Twice across and back. Tried to hitchhike back with an acquaintance and gave up. Gave in to the plastic of last resort in Colorado. Hoofed it into an airport from an interstate off ramp.

Airports are not pedestrian friendly places from the approach. Once you're inside it's all open maws and mesmeric light shows. Jarring blurbs of important disembodied jetsam.
Spend, walk, drink, smoke, spend, sit, piss and on and on until the flight and the uncomfortable phone call to my ex-girlfriend for the ride home (where?) from RDU.

So with that the call is placed. Phone somewhere ringing.

Query: do you have a hitch log? Post your comment. Post your poem or whatever. Sign your sign. I stuck my thumb out and it got sucked.

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