Kokomo…

train kept wailin’ as Mickey and i walked through town… early morn…few cars would pass-by…a semi or two…mostly nothin’…just nothin’…

what time is it…,the old biker asked…

twenty after two…

August, 1st…

yep…August, 1st…

my anniversary…

oh yeah…

yep…twenty-five years without a drink…,he said…,haven’t touched one drop…,got the news that night ’round this time an’ I haven’t had a drink since…

miss it…

no…do not…

what happened…

he lit-up a Viceroy…last one in the pack…, was livin’ down in Florida at the time…Fort Lauderdale…used to put-up beer signs in windows…big an’ small neons in bars…liquor stores…Miller Lite…Coors…Bud…all kinds of signs in green an’ red…used to dream in green an’ red…

yeah…

got the call from Kokomo ’round five in the mornin’ that my baby had been in an accident…said she probably wasn’t gonna’ make it…

sorry…

her friend drivin’ home that night had had a few too many…an’ she wrapped that old Buick ’round a tree off a curve on a back road…said she was goin’ awfully fast…they was both gone on impact…brain dead on the spot…they announced her passed away later on that night…, Mickey took a deeper drag…,I tried to make it back…tried my damndest…callin’ friends for money to loan me for a ticket…gas…took me a few days to scrape it up…missed the funeral…

don’t know what to say…don’t know what to say…

there’s only two funeral homes in Kokomo…said they filled both of ’em for my baby…whole town showed-up, started showing pictures on his phone of a young girl with a pretty smile…,that’s her…she was somethin’ boy…tell you what…she was a chunk taken outta’ the old man’s ass…was just like me…just like me…bit of a hell raiser too…her mom was the quiet one…

missed the funeral huh…

yeah…they couldn’t wait any longer…had to get my courage up…get cash to get back up to Kokomo…brought flowers to her grave…haven’t had a drink since…

no…

nope…not a single drop…things happen for a reason…

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