Good Bye Lobo, HELL O Tucson
I was born again, bathed in the snow of New Years Eve, heading on the 90 back home.
Parked the beast, Tucson at 1155, just in time for a kiss and a shot of tequila.
Bunny hop down the street and Im surrounded by sounds of Cumbia, and told of a giant taco that ascended from the skies to land into a goliath, hungry hand. Thats how Tucson drops the ball.
And so Im back and lost again, waiting for the snow to come back and drift me away.