#82 Long Haul Greyhound

we cozied the southern white trash behind the cash register while she made comments around her dangling cigarette about the negro fag and how hungry he would be cos she sure as hey-ell aint gonna serve him and a man standing behind her with hands in pockets boiler suit engineers cap smiled through broken teeth and the negro fag looked at me and I pretended like I hadn’t heard anything and surely i had not seen him once on the hours long bus ride from New York City and the burger didn’t taste so good after that