Elvis is the driver on our bus.
He is good operatively.
He ferries us to and from Outpost Haros.
We wear headphones.
Listen to AC/DC at half speed on our Walkman’s.
Even our batteries are dying.
I use duct tape to hold the cassette in.
Elvis is impressed.
Offers me his lunch box but I say:
“No, I’ve already had my polk salad for today.”
Elvis gets all shook up. I tell him:
“You ain’t nuthin’ but a Cerberus whining all the time.”
He puts us out. Bill hails a cab and
Elvis drives away as the bus shakes, rattles, rolls.
©️Mark W. Ó Brien
15Apr2023
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