I’ve had breakfast in New Orleans, dinner in...

“I’ve had breakfast in New Orleans, dinner in Timbuktu. I’ve lived as a stranger in my own house, too. Dark hand waves in the lamplight. Cowrie shell patterns change. Bullet in a sandstorm. Looking for a place to land. Bullet in a sandstorm. Full heart beats an empty one in the deck they dealt to man. Use me while you can.”