That’s a weird name isn’t it? Here’s where it came from.
5am August 2010.
On the patio of Starbucks on Fremont Street.
Coffee and cigarettes after a night with Jack Daniels.
The usual faces had come by and asked for a quarter to buy a bus ticket out of town.
Last chance before waiting twelve hours to ask again.
Men started washing the night off the street.
Light began to show through the gaps of the canopy.
Mockingbirds sang and swooped between the buildings.
Then everyone was gone.
Now was that strange time when blue morning light and casino signs clash.
Neon at dawn.