Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 87: "CORTEZ."
WHERE WAS I LAST by HIGHWAY 666, MEANSTREETS, the DEVILS ROAD, that place, LONESOME, meant to BE, where was THE DUDE, yours truly, wallowing in some VACUUM of inert love/POVERTY, hanging out, the GREAT AMERICAN DISSAPOINTMENT - Photo-ed in Monument Valley mosey-ing in to CORTEZ-Colorado; the 50s DINER with table slot Juke-boxes; buck-a-pop, Everly Bros/song? "Let it be me?": Waitress, old school, pours coffee/re-fills over your head then suggests local motel owned by an EX-Malibu-Cal.-COP, luckily, whose PEOPLE I knew? Old MPD Guy. Retired from Cop shoot-out/his kin owned P.C.H restaurant. Now here! Small World? Anyhow, CORTEZ? It was NAVEJO USA BENEFIT CHECK NIGHT. Dark-thunderhead clouds; Town bars hoppin. Maybe SOME stories, till later, or drag an HOUR worth hanging like family photos, a recipe on a piece of your grandma's Chatellaine, that thing that makes mystery and that IN TIME you too will endorse? Such are Co-incidence/memories when they collide? .......When I was then by CORTEZ just off Highway 666, a devil's highway, in my USA travels, I had memories, like anyone, but IN CORTEZ I let my memories rest.
c.2021, davedelacroix. Cortez, Colorado, USA.
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