No More Cowboys - Me (circa last week)
Out there in the desert west
Is a horse and his rider Down roads of stone
He shimmers in the horizon And we make way
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Under goliaths of stone and steel The streets are busy and the wind Smells like rain A cowboy walks alone No hat and no horse Neither a sixgun at his side His soul manifest of the west
He lives to climb He clamors for the peak Eternal growth He claws at tarmac and endures the climb
He watches those who fail as they plummet into fog He uses the frozen as grips to go higher
He can see the men at the top Anger fills his soul as he whispers:
“I”
And he dreams of the desert sun
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His red bandana covers his face His quickdraw eyes see and know more than yours.
Him The Legend, The gold star The white hat The black hat Jingling spurs and Flying lead The ecstasy of gold and the romance of the desert sun. A lone rugged man will walk forever in sand His epitaph will be etched in stone A goliath of myth His eyes on Everest Upon his back, little frozen men He strides upon his path and his steed
Atop the saddle he shouts:
“I”
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Nightfall is cold.
One can hardly see the moon past skyscrapers
City lights, headlights, sparkle in the rain
Alone at the gallows is the cowboy
He seeks That rose sky and Winds of sand that Erode Statues from Men And at their feet Boys who worship marble
