First Time In Lubbock #1

“Where’s your beer?” I asked the clerk.
“12 miles south,” he drawled in reply.
“Got an address?” (I’m kind of a jerk.)
“Just drive down to that red glow in the sky.”

I bought a bag of spicy pork cracklin’s,
A bottle of water and a Mountain Dew.
He said “I like the ones with the skin…”
“..the little dense ones. How about you?”

Eternally grateful he meant the snack,
I looked down at the cellophane:
“I’m with you, I’ve got your back!”
“The big puffy ones are just too plain.”

He looked at me like I was Jesus,
Just because I answered him straight.
Is that really all it takes to please us?
A stupid conversation in the “Mini-8?”

“The dense ones are like neutron stars…”
“That collapse and suck you right on in.”
I now noticed that the door had bars
And the clerk displayed a wicked grin.

“Twelve miles south and spot the glow?”
“Yessir, if I’m lyin’ I’m dyin’.”
At that point it was time to go.
He’d already sold what we were buying.

A tumbleweed pressed against the door.
Conspiring to keep us trapped within.
The clerk was definitely ready for more,
But we headed south, looking for sin.

Copyright 2014 by Robert R. Mitchell

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