ONE STAR DINER

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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