Cupcakes would have gone nicely with the coffee

See Pete was a one man show now.
He was the all time muti-tasker.
He sped down the road with his hand cannon in his lap
and a brick in the side seat driving recklessly so the silver ice on the horizon was just completely invisible.
With everything in motion Pete learned that trees don’t move
And seat belts are actually as important as they say they are.

BLACK

Pete went from pumping rose quartz to coolwater.
By the time the cruiser showed up with racing rubies on top the street was flooded with red velvet, mighty mauve, mushed peach parfait and diesel fuel.

The police reported back to the station, “Gayle we’re gonna need a ambulance quick, but some coffee quicker.”

Unwittingly Gayle went to the scene of her love.
She arrived and ran past the cops dropping the coffee and adding to the mess on the street.
Gayle lied over Pete with her tangerine hair and mermaid’s chest
It was the closest they would ever get again, one heartbeat to a failing one.

In a strained yet cool voice Pete asked, “What’s wrong Gayle?”

With a whimper all she could push out was, “They think I’m only a waitress”