Bill Weaver drove 40 miles before stopping
He couldn’t remember pulling out the gas nozzle at the Sunoco.
After a fill up,
he’d normally shake the nozzle off like a dick at a urinal
but this time he had no memory of it.
It was hanging out the gas tank
forty fuckin miles
and no one said boo
or flashed their lights to flag him down.
Bill brought it into the bar,
stage prop for the night,
and drank coca cola
while the men laughed and told his story
to any patron looking to listen.
They had the evidence
for those who needed to see.