LV is love

    My car was filled to the brim.  Noah in the front seat, and two very dirty street kids, who claimed to be train hoppers, in the back seat with their little dog.  We drove towards Vegas in the heat, slept at a truck stop in the Mojave, and arrived the next day.  Back in Santa Cruz is where I met the scruffy kids, and after feeding a bunch of folks with a stew we made, camped with them.  The next day they said they were gonna hitch hike to Las Vegas, and I altready wanting to go there, decided it was time to revisit sin city.  We dropped the soiled travellers off at the strip, and ran into them later, as we all played our instruments on the sidewalk.  Till about midnight Noah and I jammed, and only making a dollar and fifty cents, left the strip to the rich.  We gave one dollar to a kid who needed to catch a bus.  Up by Frenchmans Mt. we slept in the gravel, waking to another hot day in the desert.