Beatific nostalgia

I read DJ’s poem today
Full of fog, cold and truth
Only thing missing
a long jazz solo
to chill you to the bone
a good girl with sad eyes
and some green tea
to make words
glow a little harder

EL SEBBO

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Tombstone

To DJ Eldon

This is the place where
old cowboys meet
with torn leather boots
and a toothless mouth
full of tobacco
Backs hurt
Whiskey burns
Memories flare up
A sign flaps in the wind
but you can’t read it
as it stands on the opposite
side of yer heart

EL SEBBO