The Unkinkifyin' of Kinky Lee

Coffee Beans...that explained the faint rustling instead of rattling glass every time the old gal lurched through a pot hole. Come to think of it...the pickup joint bore no similarity to any of the usual grungy dives where we loaded in the 'shine. Smelled faintly like a corn roast with a hint of patchouli, too...not acrid sour mash and cigarettes. And the folks weren't shifty or dangerous at all, actually kind of friendly despite the tattoos. They did brew a mean cup of joe, though. Powerful stuff, not that weak dirty water that typically fueled The Drivers.
So Kinky found a new home, and struck a deal without consulting the boss and other drivers:

An acoustic evening with Bob Manor and several (if not all) Getaway Drivers...Cafe Zoma...Friday, April 28...8 pm to 9:45 pm. Oh, yeah...coffee is not the only beverage served, but is all Kinky drinks!