Saturday, working OT, I spotted forty,
young, black men dressed in red
in the parking lot of the burger stand
off the state highway.
They're not eating, there's no girls,
and they're mean mugging the passing cars.
I snag cover and roll into the the lot.
They run,
sprinting off in every direction,
dropping wine bottles,
ditching objects in the planters
and bushes as they break.
The group reassembled a few blocks away.
I followed them east until they all hopped
on a passing bus.
I warned the next precinct
they had a bus load of Bloods
heading their way.