Cactus flowers
Deadly beautiful
Sun beats down
Scorching the earth
The wind blows through
Carrying words
Time means nothing
Smiling at memories
The wind picks up
Pushing heat
Words form meaning
From where I don’t know
A bad song from a garage
Or that radio station
trying to be cool
Smelling like smoke
A ladies voice
With a constant beat
Rhythm unbroken
Wash me
Wash me dirty
Wash me clean
And do it all over again
Wash me
Wash me dirty
Wash me clean
Do it again
Walking back to my truck
The music gets louder
I need to change that station
Something a little country
Even though
those words are so catchy
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