Sundown In Her Eyes

Down on his luck
like everyone at this border crossing.
Moonstruck by night
by some senorita.
Venture by day
deep into the badlands,
making his way
the best he can.
 
Pressing their luck
like everyone at this border crossing.
Thirsting, craving,
gaming cards.
An old gringo strums
a flatop box guitar.
She likes what's left
of this simple guy.
 
The sun is almost gone.
Evening's falling cool and dry.
Dry as her smile, boys,
with sundown in her eyes.
 
Cursing his luck
like everyone on the border.
Desperation with a little dust.
Out in the desert
cactus covered
scrub brush lands
live on the longing
because they must.
 
REFRAIN  (The sun is almost gone...)


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