Luke the Drifter
Is he here?
Can it be?
Straight from Nashville, Tennessee
Luke the Drifter
or a mortal shape shifter.
Hank come here
is it really you?
your tearful words helped me through.
Did really write all those songs
about Miss Audrey and the man who done her wrong?
You smell like beer
and your trail leaves behind a single tear.
You look grim and reek of fear.
Your skinny face leaves a trace
of weakness.
I suddenly woke up!
Dedicated To Hank Williams
1923-1953
R.I.P.
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