The bad waitress

as i sit and ponder rukeyser
the itch keeps reoccurring from the cigar previous nights ago
hands ache from the work i have endured
upon my two wheeled companion
and the flavor of a european hash diminishes each time
the grey enters my veins

over heard from the rowdy suburban folk
jelly is sticky
if anything we won’t be able to fly
truly they must be insects metamorphosed from maggots
just as annoying