Its on the

edge of the desert


an open door welcomes

the thirsty

and the curious


ashtrays full of

last nights words

and crushed hearts

where leather jackets

and quarters keep

the juke box breathing


passing freight trains

push a melody

to someplace


where truckers kill time

until the coffee

turns cold


songs on the road

top down

next town signs

shot to death


where lizards and snakes

crawl the night dance



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