She don’t ’llow no guitar-pickin’ ’round here

Rusty cars.

Seedy bars.

Bitter drinks.

Old cigars.

Neon signs,

All a-flutter;

Puke & blood,

In the gutter.

Brass spittoons,

Worn-out darts;

Pin-ball “pops”

& broken hearts.

Plastic pitchers

With stale beer

Make stale visions

Disappear.

“Wish I may,

Wish I might,

Find my lucky

Star tonight."