What was the Burger Hangover?
Erotic pop music lonestars?
Sweating fans of Television dripped saliva among petrochemicals.
Tourist trap allies of the Alamo bumper sticker.
From the south by Austin came hard, last gasp it seemed, we showed up San Antonio way to listen to the marquee moon. After we retreated in limousine fashion dawning shade and head countryside. It was there by the shed, sweet Marie and her father Joe Ely together there we gathered around the kitchen table, the pool table and the tree lit by fire and listened to stories long since lived.