Trouble
at the Drive-In
by Jim Daniels
The sky is gray and
it will be
raining soon and were
waiting in line
for the drive-in,
the one on Eight Mile,
the border between
Detroit and Warren and the anger
is stewing just like
always, every day
guns pointed at our
own dumb heads, every day
somebody else dumb
enough to pull the trigger
because were
mad, mad and sick and dumb
and were gonna
get ourselves a little piece of something
even if it means taking
it away from someone else
who dont have
much, or else were sick and tired
of everybody taking,
so were gonna
protect ourselves,
by god, though god
dont seem to
help much herehes getting ripped
off tooand we
all want to have our say
one way or another,
so theres a lot of guns
in a lot of hands,
yes, Im thinking all this here
as it starts to pour,
fucking rain like crazy,
and I say fuck
to let you know I mean
business, just like
I carry a gun,
so its fucking
raining if you dont like it
then fucking get lost
because Im still going
to the moviesa
Clint triple-header
Fistful, A
Few Dollars More, and Good/Bad/Ugly,
and all these good,
bad, ugly people are leaning
on their horns and
some asshole cuts his car into the line
up front and this
big fat guy gets out of his car and runs
up to that car and
hes screaming fuck you so
he means business,
and hes pounding on the windows
yanking on the door,
and hes getting soaked, but
he dont give
a fuck, he is me and he is you,
and the guy in the
car is me and you
and were all
kicking each others asses
while the bosses are
safe and dry
in Gross Pointe or
West Bloomfield or wherever
the fuck they live,
laughing at The New Yorker cartoons
and thinking Woody
fucking Allen is a genius, let me
tell you, Clint aint
no genius, but I understand
his movies, and I
understand whats going on
up ahead, and Im
hearing sirens, and me and you,
were in this
together, buddy, just a couple dummies
like those two up
there, and nobodys letting us in
and nobodys
getting out, and its only a matter of time
till somebody pulls
a gun.
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Reprinted
with
permission from M-80.
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