Burroughs in the Back by PW Covington

For a long, damned run there
I could have sworn
That it was Billy Burroughs- hitchhiker
Riding stoned in my backseat
A faint, rear-view, reflection
Of decades old cologne

But, when I looked again
It was just a grease stain
In my mirror 
And, I remembered

I now drive a pickup-truck
And haven't picked up a hitchhiker
In years...

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   PW Covington is a Pushcart-nominated poet and writer. He writes in the Beat tradition of the North American highway.

   More at www.PWCovington.com