An American-valley face,
puffed to surround pale-blue slits,
head stuck out the window shouts hatred
--weÍll be back to beat you up,
creeps hippies weirdoes
go back to Berkeley where you belong
Rain-wet again but mostly afraid,
afraid they will come back a ride
to anywhere Chico Corning Willows
--Hi, IÍm Charleen and this is Michael,
get in. WeÍre heading south.
You look cold. W ant a cigarette?
--IÍm Ramon not a very friendly town
You live around here no
do you mind if I sing?
--Michael pull in over there.
Yeah. At BettyÍs Dinner.
You want coffee, weÍll buy?
But, no, we gotta keep on movinÍ.
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