Even the Cola signs

Are rusting here in the desert

The sublime mysteries

Of the dry winds

Still continue to confuse me

Last year a biker chick

Asked me if she could stay

Working for her bed and board

I do not know her name

So I call her Cassie

After my late dog

Which humours her

I do believe

That in her previous life

She was a college girl

As she reads important books

We have agreed that one day

I will pack up my truck

And we will leave the sad cafe

As the road is slowly drawing us

Towards its hollow beating heart