Oasis
Interstate 15 carves a path through the Mojave
Leading to the city made of lights and sin.
Two hours, maybe, from Barstow to Vegas
And a quick stop in Baker
For gas, coffee and cigarettes.
You are halfway from losing your savings
As the giant thermometer comes in to view.
Nothing but ominous desert and an asphalt
Carpet leading to rags or riches.
Whichever, we all live in the moment,
Dropping quarters, feeding bandits dollars
As long as the drinks keep coming.
Win A Car!
Drink At The Bar!
Either way, we will all go too Far!
Far beyond the point of normalcy
In that neon land of flourescent dreams
Where Elvis and Wayne will sing us back home
With empty pockets and full memories.