Lost In Gila Bend

March 12, 2017


The tiny desert town
sprawled in the thorns
sand silently crept

Gila Bend
held me over an open flame
at just past noon
for a tank of gas
and a cool spot
before I turned back to the road

what do they do
in the middle of nothing
here in nowhere?

I looked round
but couldn’t see a thing
but shimmer-haze
and a dust-devil

The cool spot
had just two beers
and the floor was sticky
with both

It was hard to choose
Corona or the house brew
should’ve had the first
the other was the same stuff
just two weeks stale
maybe left over from the last keg

but I figure
that was all part
of the ambiance

in a world where one bar
is good if it has two beers
and there’s nothing else
but a tank of gas
and the road.


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