Friday Noir: Bootleg Turns
Look for the missing.
All those that started one way…
And ended up pullin’ time someplace else.
You’re barrelin’ down the road,
Fat tires smokin’ up the oily asphalt.
Something gets in your way.
You gotta jimmy the pedals, pull that wheel, and pull it hard.
Slide into what the old moonshine runners used to call
A bootleg turn.
Cherrytop be in front of them, they went the other.
Happens in life, too.
Yank the wheel, pull it around.
Get outta dodge.
And keep your eyes open for the missing.
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