Blowing a Tire To Be Rescued By The Oddfellows

How did it come to this at that gutted Shell
by the side of the road, doing improv for the Angus
over the fence and the citizens without mufflers

You cough up quarters of dead air and ask bystanders
for Baja Blasts as the Clown Car of three-link chains
canters up to the curb and spills its staggered harlequins

For something akin to a rescue