Southern faded beauty
Draws bony fingers
Ashes long cigarette
Quarrels with forgotten enemies
Exaggerated eyeshadow
Closes heavy lids
On the Bayou Sunset
With over ripe wine
Staining lines in lips
Communing with inner
Ancient queen
Running from broken heart
Chicken fat nights alone alone
Weeping for faded glory
Of past beatitudes
And glitter days gone by
In the whiskey boneyard
Hush lil baby hush hush
It'll be alright.
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