At the Holiday Gas Station

Near the Naked Juices I passed

A man my fingers walking

Across his back he turned and held up

A box said what

Might this be I said oh

You’re tactile too what’s your name

He said William Amos Miller I said

I thought you were born in 1872 he said so

You know who I am yes you’re the man

Who journeyed to the center of Earth

In your mind he smiled on my arm said do

You know that the Earth also journeyed

To the center of my mind I said

I never thought of that he asked

Again about the box I shook it sniffed

Said Mike and Ike is it fruit

He inquired not exactly well

I think I shall have an apple wait

You haven’t paid oh

My money nowadays is no money he pushed

Outside we walked across the ice

To the intersection he made to go across

Wait you can’t go across we have to wait

For help oh help he said crouching

Until our hands touched the cold ground

He said I said we said we see

With our hands I jumped up and said you’re the man