Breaker-Breaker ONE- Niner

Good Ole’Buddy Bob can I get a skywave skip 

off’a these-here gray thunder clappers?

 

It’s been too long in miles Bob, Good Buddy

since Go-Go Juice was a dolla-sumthin

 

when the posted limit was 55-saves-lives

all things seemed slow-mo in the window

 

and we liked yellow, now yellow was respectable

the color a’chew spit like country was country

 

Slow like life back then Good Buddy and how ya sold me 

on this here million-mile single side-bander

 

Shut up old man! 

Bob an nat Stop been closed!

 

— dumb damn dead foo — for Got knows how long!

Got-damn foo been tawking the dead a hundret got-damn miles!

 

They ain’t so po-lite as we used to be back in the day Bob

Good Buddy, Bob — Breaker-Breaker, ONE-niner, come again Bob?

 

Times were good back when the smell’a diesel and black coffee 

and fried eggs and biscuits-n-gravy 

 

from in at Ethel’s gridle kepus going better than any methsmoke

Times have changed, Bob

 

people have changed

and the weeds have grown long in my life

 

It’s time to pull over

— By Girard Tournesol