Song of loss and longing

Song of loss and longing

I wake to that song in a hot slick greasy sweat, tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, empty whisky bottle on the stand. It's playin' somewhere real close on a tinny, badly tuned radio, maybe in the motel room next door. So many verses. I just can't get that tune outta my head.

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17 Jun 2020