Bill

            Bill the smog guru has gone missing. I stopped by his shop a couple of times, and there’s no one around. I called his cell phone and my call went straight to voicemail. His mailbox is full. I have a bad feeling. He wouldn’t leave his place on a whim and he’s not the vacation type of guy. I’m thinking maybe he’s sick and in the hospital or even worse. I sent him a text message, “Are you alive?” He didn’t text back. I hope he’s okay. 

Car Show

            I’m playing bass at car show on Saturday. I need the money to support my studio habit. It’s for a Chevy car club out in the desert. The band has been asked not to play the song Mustang Sally. It’s offensive in some way. It’s funny to me. We could change the words to Corvette Connie. Corvette Connie, guess you better slow your Corvette down, Corvette Connie!

            What ever it takes. If there were money in poetry I’d be reading my poems.