I sit here writing this on an old small wood table
at a barely satisfactory hostel in Flagstaff
Missin' the Tortoise
The weather was egregious today, tonight
First windy then rainy and I stood angst-ridden
in The Rain
-without my cowboy hat
Ain't got nothin but fifteen lousy greenbacks
Soggy wrinkled dollars at that
But then again
-as Kristofferson said
'Nothin ain't worth nothin, but it's free'
That line still makes me smile
but it's a cautious smile, a
weak, worried, downtrodden grin
And as I sit here
hunched over like a language code-breaker
My alcoholism is set afire with a fierce rage
Shooting through the veins in my body brain skull
Like lit gasoline
I need to get me a whiskey-but I can't
God Damnit!
I yearn for the honky tonk bars
Where I ain't the only cowboy
Where people laugh great country laughs
instead of sportin' weak grins
Where I can comfort a sullen scared cowgirl
frightened by the loud music and beer bellied brutes
I could take off my hat and introduce myself
Sit down in the quietest corner with her
wrap my leather jacket 'round her
wrap my arms 'round her
And 'course she's so
shy timid innocent sweet
Just our little private place
in the loud ornery obnoxious world
-Sublime Serenity

Back to the harsh reality
I'm still stuck in Arizona
However I'm a Texan through and through
So I carry this Lone Star everywhere
-tis omnipresent
But I still long for adventure
Long for Frisco
and I gotta catch me a Greyhound
so
I can kiss these lonesome Texas blues
goodbye

Paul the Lion

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