Dust City Diner

Black Rock City glistens
Neon electric opal beacon
To those lost,
Lost in the deep playa.

I wander these depths
Stars sing closer here
Dancing, twinkling time
Bends and twists in
Hyperdimensional spheres -

Catch a ride from a passing castle
Destined for an art tour
Hunger pangs and lo – on the horizon
Red and white glow closer reveals
Walls of playa and distant mountains
Ceiling a night sky

Enter into the dream of the
Classic American Diner
Transported, transformed as only
In the deep playa

“What will it be honey?”
Drag waitress inquires
A menu of grilled cheese,
Coffee and cigarettes
At 4:30 in the morning
A splash of whiskey
And then it's off again
Back into the deep, deep....

(c) Joe Rigney 2008