THE HITCHHIKER

 
                THE PICKUP TRUCK PULLED OVER
                AND STOPPED TO PICK ME UP
                HURRYING, I TOOK A DRINK
                OF COFFEE, A TRUCK STOP CUP

                I OPENED THE DOOR, GOT IN
                NODDED TO THE BIG MAN
                “THANKS FOR THE LIFT”
                “I’VE WALKED AS FAR AS I CAN”

                “WHERE YA HEADIN,” HE ASKED
                AS HE PULLED BACK ON THE ROAD
                “NO WHERE IN PARTICULAR”
                THE BACK SEAT MY GEAR I STOWED

                SIZING HIM UP I BOLDLY ASKED
                “DON’T YOU EVER GET SCARED?”
                “LOTS OF CRAZIES ON THE ROAD”
                “MOST ARE MENTALLY IMPAIRED”

                SMILING, NODDED, HE DROVE ON
                GIVING ME AN OCCASIONAL GLANCE
                IN MY MIND I SUDDENLY THOUGHT
                WELL, WHY NOT TAKE A CHANCE

                “HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED
                A SERIAL KILLER I MIGHT BE?”
                “I COULD TAKE YOUR SORRY LIFE”
                “DOESN’T MEAN A THING TO ME”

                A DEMONIC LAUGH I THEN HEARD
                I KNEW I WAS OUT OF LUCK
                HE SAID, “WHAT ARE THE ODDS
                TWO SERIAL KILLERS IN A TRUCK!”