A smattering of deep fried howitzer fragments and a bowl of broken
English, that is all that is left of the lunchtime memories in the now
defunct cowboy cafeteria.
On the first table, a serpent and a key.
She who brought me here now whispers warnings from the shadows.
“Go with this and keep smiling. Keep the horizon to your left and your two tones
to the floorboard.” She says. “I will see you on the other side.”
-Bud Nubbin
