Java, too.
The truck pulls up. Two men in khaki riding trousers, boots, short jackets, and shiny-visored military caps. Screen door—slam.
H’ya, Mae?
Well, if it ain’t Big Bill the Rat! When’d you get back on this run?
Week ago.
The other man puts a nickel in the phonograph, watches the disk slip free and the turntable rise up under it. Bing Crosby’s voicegolden. “Thanks for the memory, of sunburn at the shore—You might have been a headache, but you never were a bore—” And the truck driver sings for Mae’s ears, you might have been a haddock but you never was a whore
Mae laughs. Who’s ya frien’, Bill? New on this run, ain’t he?
The other puts a nickel in the slot machine, wins four slugs, and puts them back. Walks to the counter.
Well, what’s it gonna be?
Oh, cup a Java. Kinda pie ya got?