good talk

   I've been to Plains, GA, Jimmy's house is on the main drag, far from the road, on the rusty-fence,  KEEP MOVING, I lingered, a car left the house, and up the driveway, a sole person, I thought it was Jimmy. There's the peanut warehouse, I was in Billy's gas station, no longer owned by Billy, but, ha, you could still buy "Billy Beer". Jimmy was told,  his brother, Billy, registered as a lobbyist for Libya, the only time Jimmy took the Lord's Name in Vain