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High on the I-40 Been up since six no *** and Fighting ****** in trucker motels, facing west. cabbies lit, white plate gifts for the barefoot women the wet haired siamese, their black soles From room to room I could be a deity I could be a ghost and stay to watch the sky to relish the exit music I wouldn’t be jealous I am the traveling type – an ambassador, a fog the ledge of an open mouth, snug fingers under doors there is one for whom I was made and another by name by line by go on, goodnight I could take all the showers and still be alright - I would take all of them, and still be alright.
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
I-40, August 30th
High on the I-40 Been up since six no *** and Fighting ****** in trucker motels, facing west. cabbies lit, white plate gifts for the barefoot women the wet haired siamese, their black soles From room to room I could be a deity I could be a ghost and stay to watch the sky to relish the exit music I wouldn’t be jealous I am the traveling type – an ambassador, a fog the ledge of an open mouth, snug fingers under doors there is one for whom I was made and another by name by line by go on, goodnight I could take all the showers and still be alright - I would take all of them, and still be alright.
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
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