We had a full tank of expectations,
new tires, pinkish dreams of Camelot
in a desert state, Tucson, not vacation,
old life ditched in a Denny’s parking lot.

I won a grand at the Diamonds casino,
thought finally we had turned a corner,
fools gold, our crane flew out the window,
the piper would come for his share later.

You claimed someone did a number on me,
warped my brain on cheap booze, yours on peyote,
lost you to chakra, tarot card, moon breeze,
drove through the night, back to Kentucky.

Desert’s cold, our love dead from exposure,
twenty years on I’m still searching for closure.