The sun slips behind the clouds, as a cool breeze relieves the heat.
In the solace of shadow, I sip my drink.
But soon, the sun will beat back down.
The summer haze is thick this year.
I pondered the thought of going to town.
My truck is empty, and I really need some gas.
Hope I can get my check cashed.
I walk in the hot sun, with gas can in hand…
I can see the distant mirage of a station, about a mile down the road.
I hope they can cash my check!
So, I’m sitting on the curb… No gas in my can have I.
I smoke a cigarette, and curse my luck.
And I sit in the dripping, heat, looking on…
Where could I have lost that phone?