Stormy days I work at the hardware
selling special tools, extra parts,
miracle goo. Troubly nights I write
the glassware tumbling out of my thinker.
Tonight Cave Sadie and Slow Jones
tumble out, I fabricate Mouly Knuts
and put them in front of the old bank
on Cracker and Main.
I'm walking them to the noodle shop on Cracker
when the radio lady reads a news story
about Mouly Knuts. It's in Nevada,
I'm compelled to drive over for a look-see.
I gas the truck, put my hat on the front seat,
over the .357 revolver,
drive up Main from the south,
park in front of the old bank.
I step out of the truck and reach
for my hat, the revolver slides,
I grab for it and shoot a hole
through the passenger door.
The bullet puts a crack in the bank window,
a crack in the bank window sets off the alarm.
Sheriff Howard is a big man.
Long Sue promenades up,
gives me a wink and a grin,
"Sheriff, I just don't know
what would have become of me
if he hadn't scared that thing off,
he's a gen-u-ine hero.”
I walk Long Sue down Cracker
to the noodle shop and we sit
with Cave Sadie and Slow Jones.
Tomorrow I'll pick up glass at the hardware
and fix the bank's window.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Mouly Knuts
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4 comments:
enjoyed the story..well expressed.
Always a pleasure..
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This one certainly didn't go in the direction I expected. Always a pleasure to read your work.
This looks like a new direction for your writing. I laughed all the way through. I'm always impressed with how easily you conjure up a whole scene (like the town, bank and hardware store) using such spare words. I could even picture the truck clearly.
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