Sagebrush Arms…Noplace, Nevada
“I’m checkin’ out”
The tarantula reading the Wall St. Journal
Raises one unshaved leg, says,
“You owe me Seven bucks”
Six minutes later… a screaming carburetor
Five hours past…flat outta gas
Four miles back…heart attack
Three day sun…ribs are done
Two mourners deep…one’s asleep
Sagebrush Arms…Vacancy
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