Thumb out,
All I want’s a lift
From Meridian to Pt Sal-
Through the tidal basins
And corridor of sunswept eucalyptus
to a brow of white cottages
set on the shining sea-
When who but crewcut Gary pulls up
In his beat white Impala, top down,
Carole in smart sunsuit
Looking twenty years younger
Says to me ‘hop in! ’
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