The bus, it broke down
the engine just gone and stopped
or was it the radiator?
hell I dunno,
it was plenty hot in there anyway,
but whatever the case
we're all stranded in a gas station parking lot
New Hampshire
at 1 in the morning
after a long, I tell you long, exhausting day
and they're playing drugged out music
and I lie upon the pissed-upon cement
my back on the ground
I'm staring up at the black hovering night
I tug at my nose, and stretch my ears like that Dumbo
you know, the elephant?

Dumbo can fly and so can I.

I find there to a laundry marker in my pocket
so I fish it out
and write inspired nonsense on my friend's arms
all over
not leaving an empty spot and we wait still for a new bus to come
cuz the douche-bag driver hasn't found the right exit yet
so at one in the morning, with hours more on our trip yet
we all get our second wind
and we fly scattered among the sectors of the lot
a truck pulls in, with no truck attached
and as the driver gets gas, we yell
"you lost your truck! It went away!
Better go find it!"
He lost his truck
it's probably getting drunk
in the saloon down the road a ways
now he won't get his job done
but he can drive less burdened.
We lost our minds
they probably went down drinkin with that truck
now we can't get our job done
but we can live less burdened.
Maybe we won't fit into our niche so well anymore
but we're free
the gas station attendant flipped us off
so we bit his tooth
as we all frog-leaped into the mouth
of the new bus
driven by the douche-bag.