this cute little girl named Alicia <br />whom four years ago was sucking <br />my friends cock because he sold <br />not a little <br />of most any drug one could want <br />he claimed she started asking <br />about things one shouldn’t ask <br />a drug dealer <br />so he dropped her <br />my friend the dealer is long gone now <br />off selling houses in upstate New York <br /> <br />and as I sit here looking at Alicia <br />delivering drinks to slobby drunks <br />like me that choose to sit at a table. <br />I don’t think his story was true <br />she’s way too good looking for him <br />I think she had a moment of clarity <br />realized that and left <br />one day I will ask her <br />but not today <br /> <br />she’s telling me how Tanya, <br />a former mutual friend we had together <br />who stole my laptop <br />last time I was in jail <br />and stole every article of clothing <br />Alicia didn’t have on her body <br />plus her toothbrush, <br />was back in town yesterday <br />Alicia got a couple phone numbers <br />from her <br />and an address <br />where she lived in Vegas <br />I took those down <br />and called Billy <br />who was also ripped off by Tanya <br />collectively we all decided <br />on a road trip<br /><br />Jon Edward Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/road-trip/
