Our Dude in Europe/belize, dave delacroix: "Mojave Blue."
Last Mile Sign before U can Masturbate, Food, Gas & Lodgings, no water for miles? Barstow, or RENO, no gambling nor sexuality till maybe Carson City, people DIE of Boredom, desert drive or Lake Tahoe after a while? S-where Big Franks Kid faked his kidnapping, s-where lots a HOODS, on the make, now reside? A Last Mile sign, Mojave, the USA's oblique, for Fools & Funkers; death loves a Crowd. Werewolves: Don't stray off the Path!
Last Stage-post for a Cowboy Hat, Stetsons, Tony LAMAS (boots), take Em all. Bad Songwriters, (The Eagles?) the desert's full of Em, Hollywood's (?) in awe. A ring-a-round a Poesy, welcome to the land of Immigrant-Dozy, yet a flower grows-somehow in all this scattered, desert crowd to attract Las Vegas Hoodlums; s-why, plots abound in un-marked mounds.
WITCHES! WIZARDS, the freaks U'd SHOOT if your kids brought them home? The kid-Devils from down the Street, later HOBOS bumming "Change", last desert MILE to never go likewise the "Sartorial-Elegante" in a tailored attire, adopting Shakespeare, a lofty beguile who "full throttle" sings of misfortune, "Oh woe, FRICK, sez me!", U crumble, "Alas, poor me?" too!? Last signs of self-pity. A "45 & a Spade?" No problem. Problem solved. Mojave Blues.
Last Mile, I-15, Las Vegas to L.A. the "Old highway '66" parallels your drive; a ghost yard of drive-ins, motels, gas stations, bordellos, DIVES-Cantinas to remind a SOUL of Eras gone by, wrecks of old Cadillacs, Pontiacs, Buicks PRE-mustang days, rat-pack songs, Miss KAY STARR singing: "Wheel of Fortune!", a last mile YO! in the stinking desert heat, Mojaves kiss and the ghosts that U may meet.
c.2025. davedelacroix.
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