| Thunder Sandwich #17
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 dweeb by jeff filipski |
| dark bar blues pueblo night grand prix friday night for the blues tequiza cold with hot enchiladas one of those nights pitch black with a sliver of moon red chile homemade guacamole dark bar blues whatcha gonna do light from cracked door in dark bar pulse of juke there is space in this low down place there is lime juice for the dark bottle there is a ritual of laughter it's a place you can say anything there is ghost blues in dark bar and a clock in dark but the clock no longer matters cause it's timeless in dark bar words glow in the dark in the bar and a woman gets up to dance by herself over by the sound edge of dark blues it'll get you in the mood make you feel the snake lightning make you ride the soul train in this dark place make you dance the snake chain it's a blues in the dark it's a move that's a lock it's a hunger that must be fed this raw edge of dark bar blues jorge's earl saying he's gonna get married in a week his bride-to-be silent as if she might say something wrong the table laughing as marguerita orders a tequiza and we wait forever for guacamole and chips and lettuce i ask earl if she knows she's marrying a rock n roll star he replies she thinks she is and over cheese enchiladas with red chile mixed with green my mind goes to that place where every movement makes a movie out of sound marguerita asks if i can discern the quality of the chile and she's right it's the best chile in a chile town but is it worth the wait for additional chips the chaotic paying of a bill which is figured wrong and a cash register lost in the void a good jukebox too says marguerita the best music in town but i can't hack it need to chill out the only thing the waitress did right was to recommend onions in the tortillas |
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| ISSN: 1534-4037 |
Edited by Jim Chandler & Haze McElhenny
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