Back To Minneapolis

Read this with with a meter of Devil goes down to Georgia by the Charlie Daniels Band

It was cold in St. Paul on a Saturday night
back in Two Thousand and Five.
It was me and Paw riding in the Cab
of my Kennel-worth Easy Ride.

Paw's my dog he's a good ole' boy,
he's a mix of stray and sooner.
I found him at a truck stop
back in Tulsa eatin' tuna.

He's a mix alright, of God only knows what
he's no bigger than a small cat.
He's got a 10 inch tail and has no fur,
and sits on my head like a ball cap.

We were heading toward Minneapolis
drivin' fast on 94
We was haulin' a load of rock salt
and weighed in heavy as I recall.

It was late in the evening old Paw got fidgety
which told me he had to pee,
Had to find a place to pull this rig over,
Didn't want him to pee on me.

Found us a little place to stop,
Eased my rig in nice and slow,
I was relieved that we made it safe and sound
and got out of the ice and snow.

Well Paw jumped out, just in time,
Barely able to lift his leg
I decided not to lift mine,
Pulled my zipper down instead.

We went inside and sat down
at the first available table
A pretty young thing asked me what I'd like
I said coffee if she's able.

She looked at Paw and screamed out loud,
You can't have that thing in here!
I said that's no thing that's Paw,
He's my service dog my dear.

Well she didn't buy it and said if you'd please
Have him show you out the door,
So with Paw on my head, we got in the truck
Headed back down 94.

It was 14 December, a day I remember,
the weather was cold with fog.
Paw and me, couldn't eat you see,
cause they said Paw's a rat not a dog.

(c)2009/10/13 jj williams