I was sitting at a red light
in my beat up old van
and there was this classy looking blonde
next to me in a silver mercedes 450sl
she was casually smoking
a long skinny cigarette
looked like she just left the beauty shop
or like she was a model
who just had her hair, face and clothes
perfectly arranged by a team of experts
for the filming of an ad for bloomingdale’s
the light turned green
and as she pulled away
I noticed a bumper sticker on the back of her car
and I thought, man,
that must be some kind of important message
to stick it on a hundred thousand dollar automobile
I pulled up closer
it said when the going gets tough
the tough go shopping
I pulled over
and threw up
oct. ‘85
© 1985
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