Goose Clover (3)

   
   "Goose Clover (3)"
   
Goose Clover, in his muddy truck, rolled down Three Chopt Road
In Richmond, Virginia; moreover, thought he ran over a horned toad;
Thus, he prayed for the coyote killer;
Next, ignited a KENT cigarette, highly respected by Romanian vampires--them wrigglers;
Then, onward did his large tires torque to the Amoco gas station, where he pumped fuel,
Him having a respected job, and doing it with simpatico cool,
Adoring his labor and the Eastern seasons that brightly change,
Never wanting his mundane life to be supernaturally rearranged.