Went out singing again

You come over the hill
and there it lay.
a sparking oasis in the middle of nowhere.

All motels, bars. whore houses, lounges and funeral parlors Lit up after day

An oasis gone dead, used to be a place you read about or saw on TV.
Wasn't the wind or or the bitter cold that did her in.

She was blown away by that damned ole hiway.

Good bye Tucumcari, sad to see you go.
You were killed by a concrete ribbon beyond your control.

Just another little place where private enterprise thrived
..............now you've died.

Ishmael

PS. It's copyrighted (TY Killermuffin)
 
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