A lazy figure climbs over the dune silouhetted by a dying fire and the full moon. She walks past the sleeping form with his hand clutched around a silver four leaf clover, and she pulls the blanket up under his chin. Her pant cuffs are still wet from the surf football game. Who'd have thought the little soda jerk would have an arm like that? She puffs a cigarette and uses her free hand to scratch the black dog at her side. She sings to herself as she walks to her truck
Gimme the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll
And drift away...
Tomorrow is going to be a long one. And as she rolls her blanket out in the bed of the truck, she gives a sideways glance to the 'vette....she walks over and gives a quick look up the tailpipe to discover a grease soaked rag..."They never learn.." she thinks to herself as she throws it in the bushes. As an afterthought, takes the scarf tying up her ponytail and ties it on the rear view mirror...can't ever have too much in the way of luck.