Six Mile Argument

 Traveling down I-5,
The Gypsy King and I
The chariot of fire
making frightening noises,
as the miles fly on by.
Adding fluids & nourishment,
As we try to fulfill all needs,
Picking up a six dollar burger, Coke & fries,
He sips his Coke with no ice,
I drink my water,
We’re both stoned & I’m a little too high;
I pass him the burger,
A hunk of cow on a bun,
& open the box with a little sigh.
I open my mouth & pop in a fry.
He wants to eat & have me steer,
So I grab for the reigns & try.
I have crap on my lap,
and terrible night sight. . .