Lights of Carencro

My brother was killed on June 2nd 1976. He was riding his motorbike on a road just outside of Carencro when an 18 wheeler came up on him. Driver claimed he never saw him. When we pulled up to the scene ma daddy told my sisters and me to put our heads in-between our legs. Don’t look out the window. Turns out he was wrapped around the back tire. Well you know my brother’s favorite band was Bad Company. And I swear every time I’d turn on the radio that one song about making love would come on.
Well my daddy got word that the weekend after the driver was seen at the local rec center. Drinkin and laughing like the whole thing never happened. He went and he got that that man’s address and when no one answered the door he did himself a favor and kicked it in. He found the mans wife crying and pleading. She claimed her husband wasn’t around. The cops showed up and they took my daddy away. But they knew better than to keep Eddie Robicheaux locked in a cage for too long.
But you know My daddy claimed that years later he was driving on a road outside of town when he came upon a truck flipped over in a ditch. As he got closer he noticed a face he had seen before. The face was blank and cold. The face of a man that seconds before he let go saw the fate of his soul. And all that could be heard that night was the low hum of the wind. And that one song by Bad Company about making love.
Last night I dreamed I was with my brother again. The smell of mud filled the air and far off in the distance I could see the lights of Carencro. I never asked him where we was heading. It didn’t matter and I didn’t need to.