Smoky Hoss Poems

I stood in a phone booth
In the middle of the desert
And listened to it ring,
It sounded like some sad old song
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Clouds powdered gray
Violated with lightning blue,
Enmesh the amorphous miasmic
As a strange sough comes rolling through.
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Someone special sends songs
Dancing through the hallways of eternity,
Bringing beauty into brief moments
With words of pure poetry,
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(- what follows is a true story. more a story than a poem. yet, one I have so wanted for so long to tell... -)

On the way
Southbound far into Texas.
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I crossed the treacherous moat
In my small rowboat
Upon reaching the other side
I stopped and cried
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Travelling for miles, and miles,
Through the dark;
In the distance a flood light appears, upon a hill,
Pulling the old house and barn back together;
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I'll catch an eagle
Flying low,
Ride the sunshine
On the go -
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You curl up close, at my side.
My little ball of love
You warm me, as I
Hope to be warming you...
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With a pack of Lucky Strikes
and a bucking bronc tattoo on my arm,
early one morning
I walked a mile to the road, hitched a ride
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There's a feeling I get
that I don't understand:
How one becomes
such a melancholy man -
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