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Logan Waiting
Logan is an inch taller than when he left the valley,
Headed to Seattle, then Montana, had adventures,
Like many a young man, had a guitar and a voice,
And he got so far, at one time there were possibilities,
But it finally didn’t click for him, like with many young men
With dreams, and he headed back to Idaho, thicker at the shoulders,
He’s standing outside a truck stop outside Missoula, Montana,
Headed farther West, the cold weather intense,
When the wind blows old snow against the window panes
Of the truck stop where inside they are frying hamburgers
And the steam from the fries and coffee is visible
From the tables, and Logan pounds the concrete outside
Lightly with his boots, waiting for a buddy who promised
To pick him up in Missoula.
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Zeke Sanchez