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Rumbleweed
by Dave Warner
With a crooked finger
and a stoplight wink
the highway beckons
my new old El Dorado
for a handful of bills
the wind will sing
of cactus flowers
and Joshua trees
fat flies and thin horses
clouded angels and dust devils
Heaven you can feel
Hell you can see
as the ghost water
rises dancing
to blues
the color of ribbon smoke
in a pool table neon
last chance whiskey
for a hundred miles
of tangled hair
and straight thoughts
top down gassed up
dashboard Jesus
not breaking a sweat
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