Dallas Ghosts
Dallas Ghosts haunt me. It was Lucinda Williams, I think, song lick, best I can recollect, “Car wheels on a gravel road,” and that goes back to Austin, trailer parks, and hearing a car pull up in the evening. Usually Bubba. A certain Virgo, her wheels always made the cat jump under the bed.
Strange creatures.
It was an echo, and thereby, a ghost from decades past, like an ethereal wraith drifting on the mists of the moor.
Dallas Ghosts
The holy trinity of lawyers, bankers, and accountants.
“Do I know how to party or what?”
Dallas Ghosts
My sister went shoe shopping.
“I need some dressy sneakers.”
