your eyes begin
to open, you look out
long, pour over
your mythology,
over the scattered
clouds across the desert, your
precious afternoon
the desert
you know well,
probably the same
New Mexico
state road
On the morning so cold,
when you stood all alone
with the night
the night
the night you were born.

Awake now
Mr. Quinn
You remember him
Your car’s all done
Up and fixed
Dent’s out and you’re ready to begin
It’s won’t be long now,
so tell us the tale
of the places you’ve been,
in the short time since
before the long haul,
before the losses and the wins
before nightfall,
before the song begins

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