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4553 chocktow,behind the freight containers

needed a couple screws    
 for the back hatch of the truck                
electric lock,suppost to be star head stripped                
constant struggle to get sausage fingers on                
specialty tool bullshit                
dealership done fucked up the two week wait time order                
twice already                
cuz they get paid 22 dollars an hr                
to always enter the wrong part number                
and constantly piss me off                
               
east baton rouge tool and die                
the mecca                
for motherfuckers who never got all the right shit for repairs,                
but do it in their driveway anyway                
always summertime and that's a bad thing                
carhart, steel toe deco utopia                
with a/c                
               
the burly bearded gentleman            
who should have been            
buried a long time ago                
with that web between the thumb and forefinger tattoo                
sayin i done some time                
know busted knuckles                
too well                
milkin the last of his                
milwaukee's best                
in the back          
                
sees my drinkin at 10:30,skippin school to work                
sloppy grey eyed,barely breathin, burnt        
hatin sunshine self                
and naturally calls me to the side of the counter                
               
what you need homie?                
man i got these hex heads                
so abused by previous shotty workmanship                
they gotta get the drill                
tried the depot and lowes                
don't even wanna talk about the ford shop on airline anymore                
               
no doubt                
gimme a min                
he passes through that split double door                
middle rubber weatherstripped                
easier gettin in than out                
grease smudged,only windows not glass or wiped down                             
               
like it's some special portal to perdition                
cuz you know there ain't no air back there                
have to die a lil more every day                
to know where anything is                
but still proud it's his                
               
the 6 people in line before me                
look at me like i'm chrissy                
nephew to the skipper                
of hadn't had a blister since i was 12                
white trash,blue collar                
tony soprano of 12 hour shifts                
you are just a tourist                
i fn live here                
and i like it                
someone will be with your juxtoposition shortly                
               
my dude produces        
only brotha i know        
who can make love to a screw         
brings back pristine,perfect thread                
freshly oiled picasso pieces                
with metal flake still in his facial hair                
consistent squint from never wearing safety glasses                
tell the man he can eat a dick at 15 dollars a piece bro      
   
              
no charge                
no thanx needed                
not even a fistbump                
just a nod sayin                
back to the world dawg            
           
back to the world
Written by johnrot
Published | Edited 9th Oct 2014
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