A Caravan of Mack trucks

Rumble on top of scarred divots on Hegenberger Road

Escorting in another toxic cloud

The Jerry West emblem is punch drunk:

Hazee’s wiped blood from his nose

And Calvin’s legs got cut from under him.

Frozen meat patties listlessly pop

On a beat-up grill & back in the ‘hood

Shit is jumping off as usual.

But today we pretend to be in Dreamland,

Somewhere else – completely – and play harder.

Lil’ Mack, the corner lookout,

A Coke man’s best friend,

Dances in circles, sometimes singing in rhyme,

Talking about: “Since I lost my bay-bay, I said, Since

I lost my bay-bay, my-bay, my-bay, my-bay, my-bay.”

Sentee, the brown wonder, sits with his back

To the action, speaking his bird love

To pigeons, the tip of his joint

Dangling down like a worn toothpick.

Johnny, who would be riddled with a hailstorm

of bullets two days out, runs over with

chocolate-dipped ice cream cones,

laughing at vanilla dripping down his arm.