Enter the oasis
from a storm of blaze
into the cigarette cloud.
Clara speaks in a husky rasp,
calls everyone hon, sets down a Bud.
TV has a debate on legal brothels.
Poker fiends poke machines.
Bill is a rancher,
face full of sun-baked canyons.
Josephine is a mountain of a woman.
The cigarette cloud can’t touch her.
She warns me about old mineshafts.
Never go alone.
Never wanted to.
It’s dangerous.
I heard that.
Those drop shafts.
You go in there?
Sometimes a mile.
You’re joking.
Never go alone.
Never wanted to.
Take six flashlights.
Maybe more.
Are you a geologist?
I’m new here.
Must be a paleontologist.
A what?
I like dinosaurs too.
Dinosaurs?
Hey guys, Josephine yelled,
I want you to meet a paleontologist.
The bar wasn’t into dinosaurs that day.
Maybe next week, or in a few eons.
Don't Go Into Old Mineshafts Alone
Re: Don't Go Into Old Mineshafts Alone
I'd love to visit that saloon
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
Re: Don't Go Into Old Mineshafts Alone
Ha. True story too. I really did meet "Josephine," and she described how she liked to walk a mile into old mineshafts with six flashlights. Thanks Steve.
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