Pulled out of Nogales yesterday
With a case of “Fat Tire” and a bottle of tequila.
It was a hundred and five in the shade.
I’m feeling haunted
In The Black Canyon City.
Haunted by the memory of you.
There’s a white cross put up on the microwave tower
Not far from Horsethieif’s Pass
There’s rows of motor homes that mark the “Spirit Trail”
Long live the Apache and the Navajo,
The original velvet Elvis and the sunset cactus
There’s an historical auto court ahead.
Can’t rest because this rest stop has been closed for years