Moonlight That Hits My Eyes

a road twitch,
an Instagram gal
with a bob problem,
and me with a brokedown cargo truck.

What do all these things have in common?
They all happened
and they will all live in this poem
about a good day with some shit.

Here it goes,
long story, poem,
told over a game of pool
and a few rounds of shitty beer.

So, I met a girl
and another girl
while helping a friend
and then the truck decided to die.

So I gambled,
shot the eightball, missed and scratched,
and was left with tomatoes
that need the fast fridge.