Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "I met my Million $ Baby at the Five & Dime!"
...I MET MY MILLION $$$ BABY @ the (convenience store), the "7-11" on Ventura boulevard, L.A. or Rue de Madelaine, Paris, which is IN (not Texas) France? I was, either, which way, I was hitch-hiking of course, Guitar/clothes on my back, at a glance: no future? But "what the heck!?"
-S-where I met my MILLION-DOLLAR BABY (there's been a few) at some desert Roadhouse, GAS/FOOD/MOTEL, a "film-noir" windswept $5.00 & dime. Lucky Dave, as long as I HAD led in my Pencil, guilty as charged, with a guitar, would (Deutsche-Poet) Reiner-Rilkes "Angels" deny me of my destiny? Catch-quick: A Song!?
I met my Million $ BABY at the FIVE & DIME. Cassis. Milan. Cologne. She was vivacious, pretty-pretty, with love-abandoned in the extra-economy size, that awesome YAW of emotion to usurp your soul, no access, no second thoughts? And THERE, U have it. A whirlwind of passion. They left me with a DIME to use next time.
c.2026. Dave Delacroix.
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