Well I’m down to my last legs as you can see
Lord
Robin camping with Carol
left me a Farmer’s Market errand get
tomatoes and peppers
threw my car into the street
hadn’t eaten
drove West St. Paul via High Bridge
El Burrito Mercado my favorite, wondering
Will there be any
up in heaven?
Will there be any?
I’ve got to know
parked slanty lot
got the breakfast bowl and nothing else
routed on Robert
Just want to know if everything
gonna be in the middle
not too fast
not too short
parked really far under the overpass
Market molasses to walk through
no cash hike SA and back
box of tomatoes Asian
vendor furthest from my car watched him
dump ‘em in a bag no handle thirty pounds
carried through the Market next to my stomach
across the train tracks past the first lot
did set down once near Tanpoppo Noodle
Will there be any
up in heaven?
OK, back again
not too lame
not too slim
get the loot don’t be slow
right on time
corn, red peppers, jalapeños
all fit in the big pelican-giraffe bag Robin made me bring
and I’ve been toting along with me this whole time
trying to get the straps to stick to my shoulder
sure enough car
but walking back to Black Dog coffee
password blackdog all lowercase
Lord before I go I’ve got to know
I’ve got to know
another hour home start boiling
and peeling those tomatoes.
