. . . the thing of it is . . . the thing-a-ma-jig was missing,
and the Chevy went all tremolo like a brand new hobo
bumming-a-dime from Marilyn Monroe. You know,
we were up there in Kokomo . . . stranded at Denny’s,
ordering infinite coffee, losing all track of time,
and getting second rounds of “Moons Over My Hammy”
when Junior remembered the chewing gum trick,
because he saw it in that movie, you know, and hallelujah!
I hate to ponder it, but if that hadn’t worked we’d a probably
gone crazy . . . or worse!