July 2, 2004

Pismo Beach

We drove on to the beach at Pismo.
The cop went one way,
So we went the other.
Drove in the water.
Drove in the sand.
The travelers ran up the sand dunes
Bordering the beach
And slid down the other side;
Smoked dope with one of them,
Smoked all that was left.
Out on the beach the cops were hassling someone,
So that's when we made our escape.
The driver was good and high.
Soon, yes soon, we were in Salinas,
And the other wasted one took over at the A&W,
Where a machine did the thinking for you
And for the people behind the counter.
A teenburger and fries.