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Headlights The girls stand by the window, Four hours hungry. She won‘t let them eat till he comes home. There are late hours at work and her waiting. there are his buddies at the bar and her waiting. and the girls look too much like him They stay there, covered by curtain, counting the cars, headlights like rosary beads let the next be him let it turn right with those big bright truck lights let it make the right up the drive Santa Maria, please. He will be drunk and tired and numb to her


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