Ten years now since the lights went down
I was coming out from the secret suite
Her name was fame but her spark was fine
Her shadow left to follow me
From the poor oil changer that fades away
A message from a diamond and she’s smoking hot
He thought he had a handle but the load went down
Busted up, found and broken out
In the dim chalky light
Another half damn moon
I lost, turned, packed and I knock into a roller
With a note and the news
The showboat motel Casper night
The river’s high and losing
I’ll watch your flaming figure fly
And burn on out at the ruins
This fellow belts out a warning
Of some Spanish house I’d known
Cut to bone
Quick to the cue
- R. Buckner
