Skeletons in the Headlights
A voice from fifty years back
crackles through the
dead radio.
...honky tonk women will drive
you insane...
The DJ says it’s The Strangers
by special request.
Rolling down the oily blacktop
kingdom with skeletons in
the headlights.
It’s been a long time since
we’ve seen each other.
I ask all my questions and
he just smiles.
The phantom songs keep coming
with stories of fast women
and cheap thrills.
My number one ghost taps his
fingers to the beat.