Missouri Wine

Saw the night sky filled
with pin prick lights
like buck shot thru
a thick, black curtain

dirtroad charm kicks dust
up into yr eyes
and I suppose the earth is lonesome
enough to make that horizon certain

found a creek perfect
for wasting my time,
a night with no memories
and a bottle of Missouri wine

this land's got a grip
like it needs eyes
to make a move and
when it does you crumble

the air here is sweet
but the gravity tastes like medicine
maybe another cigarette will
make the night more humble

this creek is perfect
for wasting my time -
a night with no memories
and a bottle of Missouri wine