THE ROAD TO TEUTOPLIS

I was under the overpass by Lulu’s taqueria After ten p.m. just outside Bible Grove The old Indian stopped his big 4x4 No it was a big Navaho in an old pick-up “Get in, nothings open here” I did He drove north to Hard twenty miles Pulling into Ned’s Hide-away handing me a five Grinning all gums “I like you. That’s all you get, make it last all night” Two beers and one game of pool later “Sleep in my Tee-Pee? Or under the truck it’s up to you” I left as the sun hit rubber on foot, alone.