and you know them all so well…

and you know them all so well…

all those dreams you used to have of faces faded in horizons, open roads and sun stained rogues. burnt forearms leaning out the windows all alone. stop, then go. the wild faces with wider smiles linger along the miles. raspy voices strung slung with scratchy laughter from all the smoky lounges and juke box romance that line the interstate islands. talks on loves from yesterdays past after yesterday has passed and the drowning sun admits to all the myth your mind could offer. until alas, amidst the chalky wisdom you become a ghost and disappear to only dusty memories to all those open armed hosts. vagrants of the road. and on. and on.

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