Copyright Renewal Under the Texaco Star
The sass pumping my gas
Is flashing a come-hither tattoo--
Kokopelli, the gigolo flute player
(After some Anasazi petroglyphs.)
And you know
The way it peekabooks into view
When her arm eclipses the blaze of the windshield,
A five-color icon, conga dancing through that tan line,
And the way the waist of her oversized, orange jumpsuit
Grabs ass when she roll-casts the air hose
Out of the way of my going,
Lug sole boots by R. Crumb
Zippering the tarmac,
Walk-away wink,
You just know
How Susanna burned those elders down.
by Jeffery Dye
from The Threepenny Review, Winter 1999
