Wind lifts the tin roof
on a forgotten cantina
down by the border.
A couple dance
by the jukebox.
A voice like añejo
carries over the desert;
please let her know
that I’m well.
on a forgotten cantina
down by the border.
A couple dance
by the jukebox.
A voice like añejo
please let her know
that I’m well.

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