~

 Footprint 91


Rose

the barmaid

said to Hitler

   the chump ~


"We don't serve

ale

 in this dumb-

   bell dump" ~


Though her face had

turned pale

she made a real  

   swell sneer ~


Said, "We do serve

however

liquor

    and beer" ~


And she strode

back n'

forth

   behind the bar ~


Leaned toward me

had to

lean

   pretty far ~


Since I was

 stand-

ing

   back some ~


Confedentially

and

kinda

   glum ~


She told me, "I

don't

like

   stupid people" ~


Which made the bell

laugh

in me olde

   mission steeple ~


And

I

 re-

   plied ~


"I'm sure as

my name

is

   Clyde ~


"This man is

the ghost of

Adolf

   Hitler ~


"Who is known as

a genius sooooooo

you ought

    to call him, 'Sir'" ~


Rose said, "If he's

so smart

what's

he order ale for?"


Then the ghost of

Davy Crockett

sauntered

in thru the dooooooor...




Footprint 92


As I write about

what happened

in the

   local salooooooon ~


This

late

 af-

   ternooooooon ~


That Cloud casts

its super purple shadow

down

   here belowwwwwww ~


And a powerful

wind

begins

   to blowwwwwww ~


Trash and

dust

is scattered every

   wherrrrrrre ~


Madre Bonita

ninas n' ninos

please

   bewarrrrrrre ~


In every granule

of dust

and up

beyond the skyyyyyyy ~


God

never

did

done diiiiiiie!




Footprint 93


By gum

it looks like

I'm

   off again ~


In the mirror I see

that same old decripid

skel-

eton grin!


And ye olde boat

is rockin' n' rollin'

without any plug

   plugged into the wall ~


Capt'n Skull n' Bones

is floatin' away again

to answer

   that mysterious call ~


The

Deep

Desert

   call ~


Reminds me of runnin' out

fer a lonnnnnnng one

a lonnnnnnng pass of

   the spinnin' football ~


Yeeeeeeeap,

what

can

 I say?


Ye olde haunted boat

with me in it again

is off

and away!




Footprint 94


Davy and Hitler sat

at

the bar in

  the local saloon ~


The frontiersman and

the mad dictator

that other

   late afternoon ~


Or at

least

their

   ghosts ~


Davy raised

the first

of

   their toasts ~


By saying, "Here's to

the Nazi raccooooooon

who wasn't

   skinned soon enough" ~


"And here's to the ignorant

hilly-billy," said Adolf,

"Who was-

   n't so tough"...




Footprint 95


Float-

ing, float-

ing

   soul ~


Float-

ing

 with-

   out a goal ~


Boat-

ing

a-

   cross the sky ~


With-

out

a clue as

   to why ~


Desert

barren

and

   wide ~


Jagged little mountain ranges

with no trees

 breakin'

   your stride ~


Desert

 empt-

y

   wasteland ~


Desert

with

colors

   grand ~


Desert

be-

neath

   the roving sun ~


Glowing light

and distance

hollering

   like a silent nun ~


Little critters

with

poison

   in their bite ~


They're all so shy

they're

out

   of sight ~


A darting shadow

here

and

   thair ~


Dust in my

eyes

and in

   my hair ~


Thirst

swelling

up

   my purple tongue ~


'Til I'm just bones

and a song that's

no

longer sung...




Footprint 96


But the desert

I

am

   floatin' in ~


Seems to have

a

crooked

   grin ~


I mean it just

don't seem

quite

   right ~


Like maybe it

is on a stage

under

   a stage light ~


Like all this distance

all around

is just

   a mural on a wall ~


And if I happen to

bump it

it just

   might fall ~


Like my floatin'

tug boat

is

   suspended on strings ~


And the buzzards that

fly by

have

   mechanical wings ~


And when the bow of

my haunted ship bumped

 into a cac-

   tus plant yesterday ~


The tall thorny thing

fell over like

it was made outta pins

   and paper-mache ~


And once on a

passing peak I saw

a lizard wearin' a top

   hat and a human face ~


Now I realize

I am

in

   a weird place ~


This is not

the

desert

   the world knows ~


This is

the

desert

   I knows ~


This is the desert

with

the cardboard

nose!!!




Footprint 97


I got

the

Deep Desert

Blues!


All I truly know

is

streets

   n' avenues ~


I walked n' hitched

into the desert but

all I've

   seen is this town ~


This dusty town that

has no buses

to take

   me n' you around ~


And around this town

that's spread out like

a splash

   on the kitchen floor ~


Farm fields

spread

out

   for miles n' miles more ~


I got

the

Deeeeeeep

Desert Blues!


Might as well

kick back

n'

   take anudder snooze ~


Here in this trailer whose

interior looks like

the pilot house

   of an old tug boat ~


Yeap, and as I

snooze

I can dream

   thee olde boat can float ~


Yeap, I live in a

broken-down trailer

and walk

   to the store and back ~


And work part-time

on a job that's

whittlin' away at

   my old-man back ~


I confess

it

is

   truuuuuuue ~


I'''''''m

Deep

Desert

Blue!


What else

can

I

dooooooo?


But beg

kind

n'

   gentle Youuuuuuu ~


To

play

a-

   lonnnnnnng ~


With this creeping

deepening

Deep Desert

sonnnnnnng...




 

feather above:

another local saloon girl


down on the ground:

~ Davy ~

from The Book Palace's

~ Cowboy Picture Gallery ~

http://www.bookpalace.com/acatalog/Cowboy_Picture_Library__issues_201_-_468.html