TOW TRUCK DRIVER & MIKE

Two flat tires

both passenger side

I am going nowhere fast this week.

Hours waiting at Circle K

the lot appointed to me

Tow-trucks arrive when they please.

I can’t complain.

I won’t complain.

I get acquainted with Mike instead.

He has no home, but he does have a bike

from which he often falls

They feed him,

sausages past-due,

in exchange for hauling trash to their bin.

Without today’s inconvenience, I would have missed

stories from my hometown,

five hours long and nowhere written down

I can’t complain.

I won’t.

Even if I did have my own tow truck

I wouldn’t know how to use it.