In The South Poem by Jose Armando Guzman

Rode the hound down into New Orleans,
days spent in Ozona
sleeping through the memories.
Texas was one big dust storm
as far as my eyes could see.
You were far from being dear to me.
Right now I wish I was tasting Baton Rouge
just so my mind would not play
all those broken dreams.
I feel like taking the hound back
to El Paso just so I can retrace
the steps before my feet walked
this path.
My heart will always lie
between Mexico and the States.
The broken pieces stay forever
in the south.