Sixth and Main

rapid fire and it was over,
the darting vehicles rushing,
squealing tires, the officers
too sleepy-eyed to care.

mud flaps vertical and Joseph
hurried, the boys seeking speed
like a snake rattles danger.

streets messy with mud, the storm
passing east but lightning
flashes postponing day-trips.

the Dixie Drive-in offers burgers on sale,
three for a buck,
the locals eager for grease, and
a cocoa-phony malt
for dessert.

round and round patrols
our man Joe, his big truck
rumbling looking for that
perfect waitress, her
roller skates giving those legs
allure, a flashy red skirt
waving hello.