Bastro

Smells like cinnamon and burnt hair
And "Burnin' Love" skips on the jukebox
The lights're out of sync
Used to hit every green from here to mud lick
Now it's stop and go and stop

Deny the man, deny the gender
When rev fixes to leave
She stops crying, stops talking transfusion
Stops fingering the crimson horseshoe tattoo on the back of her wrist
Stops, stops