Smoky Hoss Poems

The seasons leave
like grown children moving
out of the house -
It's fall now
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Do the waters
of the mighty Mississippi
ever stop flowing?
Do they pause
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Pancho (and Lefty) pointed me toward the highway.

By the words that were said;
I listened for those big White Frieghtliners
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Blue whinning guitars
Greet shimmering stars-
It's mercy the night brings
To forget the day, in the evening blues I sing-
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The vagaries of experience and emotion
Carry such weight, like waves of might,
Whose strength is in the waters of the ocean -
There is one who knows the flows of life best
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I find my bearings
Through the compass of my soul.
I look for the sign of the ages
In the ancient Bristlecone pines.
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Little orange leaves
Gathered and quaking,
Upon the tree
The wind is shaking -
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An outlaw dies
At the end of a rope,
Such a short drop
To the place of no hope-
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Out there; at the edge of atmosphere
Flies a thought, nearly burning blue,
How long shall this sky keep falling
Until the wind blows true -
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There's a train
Runnin' through my backyard,
The low and lonesome whistle calls,
As the wheels turn long and hard.
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