Tow Truck in a Desert Town

[couchgrouch]

Tow Truck in a Desert TownI run the only tower, for miles aroundI winch 'em on my flatbed, when they break downsome just can't take Texas, steam pouring from their hoodsforeign jobs with tinfoil engines, those heaps get junked for goodnow Sheriff Johnson covers, five hundred miles of roadlast night she called me, to tow a loadwhen I found her she was trembling, by Commanche cliffI wondered why she called me, cos there was nothing leftfor a tow truck in a desert townI drive these two-lanes by myselfpeople call me all hours, when they need helpsometimes I just bring a can of gasother times it's worse, bad wrecks on midnight curvesafter the medics I get there lasta tow truck in a desert townI stood there by the railing, staring over the sideas dark smoke and spirit, ascended in the nightthen I drifted backwards, to another time and lifewhen forever seemed to love me, and forever was my wifethen I started this business, she opened one of her owneven when we slept together, mister we slept alonethough I swore Sheriff Johnson, was a detour along the wayshe kept the house and savings, and our ChevroletI got a tow truck in a desert townI drive these two-lanes by myselfpeople call me all hours, when they need helpsometimes I just bring a can of gasother times it's worse, bad wrecks on midnight curvesafter the medics I get there lasta tow truck in a desert town'cept for the fire cracklin', the night was quiet and darkSheriff Johnson told me, there were no skid marksHades seemed to open, as the black smoke clearedwhen I saw that Chevy, the fire dried my tearsa tow truck in a desert townI drive these two-lanes by myselfpeople call me all hours, when they need helpsometimes I just bring a can of gasother times it's worse, bad wrecks on midnight curvesafter the medics I get there lasta tow truck in a desert town(c)2005 Robert George