Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Not even Midnight!
dedicato. Joanie Blok.
It-s NOT EVEN Midnight when I got beat up outside a Bar, past Diplomacy, fists, boots, fractured ribs.
It-s not even Midnight when I said, BABEE, fuck U! And the gathering, sex-hungry Crew KNEW this side of N.A.T.O...North Atlantic Treaty Org., doesn't include the State of Tennessee! ...that I was a cast off, throw away Mississippi fish bait, a chopped liver dude! That GAL had sailed...Oh how she sailed!
It-s NOT even Midnight, my Credit Cards BOUNCED and the damned CAMERRO, a heap of auto- junk, a spit on a rusty lance, only worthy of driving me to Hollywood or Hell, any which way but GO!
Hours and HOURS spread-eagled in a Parking lot, no Ambulance, no Samaritan of note! Thus I laid.
It-s NOT even midnight, the Deputy-Sheriff wants Eye-witnesses testimony...I mention a DINER, 3,000 miles away... and he wrote it down in his cop-book like Gospel.
c2019, davedelacroix, tregoll house, truro, corenwall, u.k.
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