Two Nickels

I’ve got a grand down that I’ll get there on time.

Two Nickels

An old bleach soda machine.
A run-down roadside station,
rusting and peeled in a dusty field,
some kind of madman’s creation.

Doing ninety miles an hour
splashing through waves of heat,
just a day ago in Idaho,
passing through fields of wheat.

I’ve got a grand down 
that I’ll get there on time.
Open two nickels,
and snort a dime.

Pretty lady serving coffee
working a deadbeat café
painted lips for gentlemens tips,
to get herself to LA

Pass the canyon freeway corral,
five lanes of bumpers to beat.
In this town, know your way around
take the city’s longest street.

I’ve got a grand down 
that I’ll get there on time.
Open two nickels,
and snort a dime.