Not From These Parts

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Not From These PartsWell, he pulled up at my shop, in some purple foreign jobAnd a sweater tied around his shouldersSaid his tire had a leak, techno cd in his seatCherry SeaBreeze in a pink cupholderSniffed a little when he saw me fixin’ a FordI said, “tell me pardner…am I right in guessin’ you’reNot from these partsYeah, You’re just-a-passin’ throughYou’re a fallen leafBlown far from its rootsThere’s fresh coffee at that one-pump Texacoif you stop for gas, remember it’s the last restroom till New Mexicoyeah, I can tell you’re not from these parts”he asked the fastest way, to get on the interstateguess he missed the culture of a cityI said, “just take Johnson road, and slow down when you goCos that rancher’s road is kinda tricky”Then he laughed at my overalls and said,”You could use some flairAnd if someone in this town had style it means that they’reNot from these partsYeah, they’re just-a-passin’ throughthey’re a fallen leafBlown far from its rootsI’ll bet the town sheriff is a mean old deacon, tooGet a DUI on Saturday night, Sunday morn’ you best be in that pewyeah, they’re damn sure not from these parts”sheriff called and said a car needed towedsome compact hit a cow on Johnson roadgot there and couldn’t help but smileat smoke pourin’ from a pink n purple pilethe guy asked me if I could rebuild his fancy carI just shook my head, looked at that mess and said“Not from these partsYou’re no longer passin’ throughYou may be a fallen leafBlown far from its rootsbut the town sheriff is a mean old deacon, tooGet a DUI on Saturday night, Sunday morn’ you best be in that pewEven though you’re not from these parts”©2007 Robert George