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...
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