4:30 P.M. PICK-UP, FRIDAY, ST. MARY’S HOSPITAL, 1601 W. ST. MARY’S ROAD
I was on my motorcycle
on the freeway
coming home from a friend’s wedding.
There was a cop in front of me and he had a fucking
and died right there
behind the wheel
and his cop car went out of control
and I ran right into it
fell and skidded
and ended up going under
a semi going
I don’t remember nothing after that.
The doctors said it was a miracle
I didn’t die
and for a while those fucking cops
tried to pin the whole thing on me
until they figured out the guy
had a stroke while driving.
I broke nearly
every bone in my body
and I was in a coma for
8 months, lost
When I finally woke up I thought I was
still at my friend’s wedding
(I guess he’s divorced now)
and my mom was by my bed and
she started bawling like a baby.
The first thing I wanted to know was where my bike
was and they told me it was
trashed and then
filled me in on all the details.
I still don’t remember it.
I had another motorcycle at home
and I wanted my uncle to drive it to
the hospital so I could ride
All the doctors and my family bitched
up a storm but I love my bikes man.
My uncle’s a good man and he brought the bike
and when I was discharged they wheeled me out
and I got on that thing
and started her up.
I was pretty shaky and pulled slowly through
the parking lot
and can you believe this shit
some asshole backed out of a parking space
and knocked into me
and broke my god damned leg!
Shit, back into the hospital I went.
Life is crazy sometimes.
My mom is so mad she didn’t
even come to visit this time
and I had to call a fucking cab
to pick me up.
Well, I guess you already know that part,
don’t you cabby? I mean
here you are!
Here we both are, ha ha!
Take me to 9th and Craycroft will ya?
I gotta see Willie at the bike shop, hopefully
he’s still kicking.
Mather Schneider’s poems and stories have appeared in many places over the last 25 years. He has 5 books available. He was a cab driver for many years in Tucson, Arizona and now lives in Mexico.