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Further Adventures of Rocketman the Nash Rambler of Love

Bruce Matteson

I was sitting at Schwab’s lunch counter minding my own business
Wondering what if I was wrong and there turned out to really be a heaven
Couldn’t at least the whole notion of color co-ordination stay in decorator hell
I was lost in thought when she took a place at the booth next to the window
Sliding in like continental drift and blocking out the sun like a total eclipse
She was big and about as beautiful an apparition as my heart could take
Without its smashing beat drowning out the jukebox and breaking my ribs
I worried that I might be drooling but I knew for sure I was staring
The abject disgust distorting her lovely features would have been enough of a heads up
Even if she hadn’t been flipping me off
I managed to look distracted for the rest of the meal but
I watched her every move in the reflection of the chrome trim on the stainless steel grill hood
Lust made time fly as I finished my BLT and silently practiced vowing eternal love
I’m not sure if she filled up or they ran out of food, but eventually she moved off and I followed
Once outside I closed the distance between us like the slow motion kiss scenes in really bad movies
When I was almost on her she turned with an out stretched ham that held a can of pepper spray and
Threatened to hurt me which of course I said was my absolute fondest hope
And asked if I could mount her then and there or at least dry hump the leg of her choice
You’re Rocketman aren’t you she said and not called that because your loving is out of this world
But because of how fast you come and go
She was quick herself and flipping the brake on my wheel chair with her toe she gave me a push
I coasted down Santa Monica towards the Pacific grinning like crazy not knowing if I’d make supper
In my world uncertainty is what passes for excitement

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