Delivery Driver

It was that gnarly bearded dude

carrying all his shit

in a green garbage bag

and wearing a ratty old

coat I could smell

just by looking at it—

a winter coat in this heat—

that dude I’d have stopped for

even though he wasn’t thumbing

but was just like in a trance

on the shoulder

of Fall Creek Parkway

that got me thinking

what a great summer

because instead of sleeping

in my car, I’ve been sleeping

with my girlfriend,

who'd said that one night

if I got a job

she'd be my girlfriend

and maybe one day get hitched

because she was going

to nursing school,

and I could use

her Cavalier

that I’m driving now

with this greasy sack of Paco’s Tacos

for J.T. In apt. 7.