The Dust Storm Page #5

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- Does it involve going

back to your motel room?

- No, we should write a poem.

- Or we should write a poem.

- To Jessie.

- You want to write a

poem to the waitress

we just met?

- Yes, I do.

- Okay.

What do you wanna say?

- Dear Jessie, thank you

for our vodka Red Bull.

- Nora thinks that

you're so cool.

- I'm sorry Brennan

was so creepy.

We are too wound

up to be sleepy.

- We still are going back

to your room, aren't we?

- You're our new favorite girl.

- You're my new favorite girl.

- I'm not new, I'm worn.

- I can move back to Seattle.

- You live in Colorado.

- I can move to Seattle and

fly to Colorado for work.

Unless you wanted to move to

Colorado for a couple years,

but I think you'd hate it there.

Leaving your sister and parents?

We could make it work.

I could make it work.

- Maybe we could just

stay in Nashville.

You can sing again and

I can play the piano.

Where are those drinks?

- Can I take you somewhere?

- You already have.

- Come on.

Come on.

- What are we doing?

What is this place?

- Still remember?

- Brennan, no I don't want to

- Hey, come on, come on.

You're so good.

- Your memory is of a

girl seven years ago

that's not still me.

- Hey, I think it is.

- You're the musician

who is now working

some bullshit nine to five job,

I should be pushing you

onto a stage somewhere.

- Just, give it a try.

- This is embarrassing.

- It is not, come on.

- Then you do it.

- I would if I knew

what the hell to do.

- You press your fingers

down until it sounds right.

- Oh, sounds easy enough.

Give it a shot.

- No.

I don't want to.

- Please.

Please, for me.

No?

Please, hm?

- Fine, but I'm gonna

murder your ear drums.

- I'm willing to take the risk.

- Hmmph.

- Hmmph.

- What do you want to hear?

- I don't know,

something cheerful.

Or suitably depressing,

your choice.

- Prepare yourself

for disappointment.

- Oh, I have.

- I don't remember

when I wrote this, but,

I called it Hindenburg.

- After the airship?

- What airship?

You and I, we are ascending

Climbing high, suspended

Piloting love

With no training

Floating despite the risk

But holding tight

at the ribs

I force myself to surrender

To slumber half past twelve

So turbulent and tender

Hearts beginning to swell

I think I might explode

And you gotta get

out before I'm shaken

Awaken, walking without you

Yeah, you gotta get

out before I'm shaken

Awaken, walking without you

You said the

moment was perfect

As we rode into the darkness

Both blind

to imminent threats

While I hold a

handful of darts

A bubble bound to burst

And you gotta get

out before I'm shaken

Awaken, walking without you

Yeah you gotta get

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