There Was Something About Her

It was 10 PM in Santa Fe
Downtown at the Greyhound station
I forgot about my hunger when I saw her young but ancient face

As a man who avoids the mirror
But sees himself in perfect strangers
I saw a gypsy child in the blue-green flakes of her eyes

There was something about her
I couldn’t put my finger on it
But I know I’ve seen her somewhere before

While the Denver bound was checking tickets
I watched her through red Nevada dust
She was down to flipping coins but didn’t like their answers

But the desert frost gave her no choice
So, she killed her smoke on the side of the bus
And became another soul whose home’s the miles between places

There was something about her
I couldn’t put my finger on it
But I know I’ve see her somewhere before

I’m not so good with faces
And even worse with names
Ever since I got T-boned
I’ve been hopelessly dull
And I get bad migraines

I was tired as hell but couldn’t sleep
Because it reeked of sweat, booze and weed
And a sick old man three seats behind me was coughing up a lung

But I must’ve nodded off somewhere
Between Taos and Walsenburg
Because a man in a dark blue flight cap was sitting in her seat

There was something about her
I never put my finger on it
But I know I’ve seen her somewhere before

Well, I had to laugh when I saw Denver
If you squint the place could be anywhere
But I can’t wait to stretch my legs and get a hot cup of coffee

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