Bobby

Ol' Bobby died pleasuring himself

His wife found him there

Told nobody else

Propped him back in the chair

Promptly walked out the house

Went to the store, bought a bottle of milk

Sat it on the porch 'til it was sour and yellow

Packed her best skirt and blouse in a duffle

Took the change jar

Cut a lock of his hair

Put it in the breast pocket of her flannel nightwear

Threw her bag on the seat of the Datsun pickup

Not a thought crossed her mind as she put it in gear

Pointed it south

With her nightwear clutched near

From the dirt to the gravel to the broken asphalt

To the county trunk to state highway to the big interstate

She emptied the pocket and scattered his locks

Stopped to fill the tank at the Oasis Truck Stop

Bought a bottle of milk from the change in the jar

Drank every drop as she passed car after car

Tossed the flannel out of the window

Drove in her bra

Ran out of fuel on an empty stretch at dawn

Took out her skirt and put that best blouse on

Where did she go from the lonely crossroad

An empty bottle of milk

A penny in the jar

Discarded flannel found miles apart

An abandoned Datsun with a duffle on the seat

Bobby's eyes stare off while the rats have a feast