Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Tucumcari Highway 66 Diner.
I gotta Skyline, U gotta Skyline too, maybe Sunrise, Sunset, some twilight or Apres-midi hues. Don-t matter, your KISS, any time will Do, long since.
I gotta Skyline, U, maybe, ignore the Fuel. I gassed UP, Route 66, skid my wheels, but I aint going No place...without U.
I gotta Skyline, a Face, a Cloud, an illusivity, a roar of dust, a bellow of infantile Roar, a Be-bop-a-loop-A, a GIG, got my Name all over it. A Worthless Dog, sez fore-arm Tatoo. WotchagonnaDo. No Aliens. No Immediate Tyranny. Just Me and U. Death Valley. And that Tomorrow-s Skyline. That High Noon that looks us in Love-s Eye.
c.2020. davedelacroix. Tucumcari Diner.
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