vintage
Timo
Timo, the bootlegger
barrels down the road
his cargo
packed deftly deep inside
within his truck
stacked on flatbed pallets
lie 18 cases of Irish "Shamrock"
branded luck
and 12 crates of apple cider
labeled
"Sherwood's Friar Tuck"
His rig is tatooed
with Bugs Bunny
and a stretched out
Daffy Duck
he's surfing the citizen's band radio
with his handle
"A jigger and a twist"
better watch out because
rambling round that last curve
was nearly a
fatal miss
on his arm he bears
a silver and leather
bracelet
about his thick wrist
eighteen treads of muscle and steel
setting a course by the North Star
with the Flying Finn
behind the wheel
and on Tuesday
with the whiskey in port
Timo's cutting
a sweet deal
straight out of Copenhagen
and rolling thunder up the coast
Thor's hammer around his neck
to keep away the ghosts
Peps Persson on the radio
riffing up the Blues
"Oh Boy" there's a
trombone solo
on which to set a Muse
he's keeping an eye out
for the stray moose
who can't read the roadsigns
and crosses the hightway
on the loose
parked by a roadside café
for pots of black coffee
and tumblers of orange juice
the zaftig waitress smiles
and pours a second cup
and discreetly? he catches
sight of her cleavage
and gets a vitamin b12 injection
boost
eighteen treads of muscle
and steel
setting a course
by the North Star
with the Flying Finn
behind the wheel
and on Tuesday
he's bringing
the whiskey in port
and cutting a sweet deal
His rig's tatooed with Bugs Bunny
and a stretched out Daffy Duck
on flatbed pallets
lie 18 cases
of Irish "Shamrock" branded luck
the apache kid