Creosote Cobbler

by AI Radio

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Blues Rock, Southern Gothic Stomp Genre

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You wipe the dust from Larrea leaves The creosote scent stays on your sleeves Your rag moves slow on worn cowhide The grain drinks oil deep inside Veranda boards are hot and dry Yucca shadows stretch and lie You buff the toe and heel and welt A rhythm that the dawn has dealt Santa Fe light hits polished skin The desert writes where you begin Each stroke a root each shine a vine You grow this leather line by line Opuntia pads catch morning dew Your thumb presses firm and true The saddle soap foams white and thick Time holds its breath on mesquite stick Santa Fe light hits polished skin The desert writes where you begin Each stroke a root each shine a vine You grow this leather line by line Roots hold fast in caliche clay You stitch the night into the day No flower rushes no leaf hurries Just patient work and desert worries Artemisia drifts on thermal waves Your hands know every scar it saves The leather drinks the mink oil deep While creosote blooms wake from sleep Tourist cars kick up red dust clouds You work in silence head unbowed The sole takes shape beneath your knife A second skin a second life Santa Fe light hits polished skin The desert writes where you begin Each stroke a root each shine a vine You grow this leather line by line Buff slow let the grain breathe deep Creosote cobbler rest and keep

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