The glass block sidewalk gives off a glow, to light up the secrets hidden below. Wet your whistle at the Eagle Saloon, as the piano plays a Scott Joplin tune. Way in the back the poker game’s on, they’ll still be there well after dawn. The cowboys and Indians are a helluva sight,Continue reading “Havre ‘Neath the Streets”
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Golden Gate
On calm blue waters we sailed along, Left My Heart was our favorite song. With Subic, the Rock, and the jungle behind, We hoped that somehow that lost year we’d find. Two weeks at sea, seven time zones, The salt-water showers freezin’ our bones. Then up above a seagull did soar, Continue reading “Golden Gate”
The Piano Played
I was early VA appointment I waited, watched The room filled Sad-eyed, broken men From wars lost and won Their hats proclaiming Ninth Marines, the 173rd, the Hornet One flew Saber Jets A son wheeled in his dad An anxious wife fretted over her man Walkers for those with legs A dog for the blindContinue reading “The Piano Played”
Fat Boys on Harleys
Fat Boys on Harleys never had this much fun, As takin; my XR for a High Desert run. Throwing rooster tails out from the back, Bouncin’ off berms out on the track. Thorns from a Mesquite are tearin’ my sleeve, I’m havin’ more fun than you might believe. Up on the pegsContinue reading “Fat Boys on Harleys”
Every Song on the Jukebox
I‘ll drink up every song on the Jukebox, Just pour me my whisky, put it on rocks. My woman done left on a smoky old bus, Told me that I’m one Godawful cuss. I will be here ‘til it’s closin’ time, And the Jukebox has taken every last dime. I’ll play allContinue reading “Every Song on the Jukebox”
Red Chevrolet
We had an old truck, a red Chevrolet, I remember it well to this very day. A Stovebolt Six and a four on the floor, That leaky old muffler could sure make it roar. Both of my brothers had driven that truck, And to drive it someday might be my luck. IContinue reading “Red Chevrolet”
Cecil and Chip
Cecil and Chip have the run of the house, Nothing gets by them, not even a mouse. Guarding their turf with a bark and a yap, Or settling down for an afternoon nap. When Mama is sad, they’ll lick at her face, They’ll follow Papa to most any place. They’ll sleep onContinue reading “Cecil and Chip”
Line Camp Christmas
The cattle have all been fed, And Bowser’s lyin’ in his bed. The fire crackles in the stove, The hackamore is finally wove. He doesn’t have a Christmas pine, A tumbleweed will do just fine. Tinsel from store-bought smokes, Good enough for most cowpokes. Ornaments from cactus fruit, Strung upContinue reading “Line Camp Christmas”
Bottom of My Glass
Now I don’t mean to sound so crass, But the world looks better through my glass. It puts a golden glow on all I see, When things aren’t what they should be. It offers me a better view, When I get to feelin’ blue. One more beer and I’ll be fine, Two or three wouldContinue reading “Bottom of My Glass”
Unbowed
A mournful bugle blows, For a soldier no one knows. Sent to foreign shores, To fight forgotten wars. The enemy on the flanks, With aero planes and tanks. The ammo running low, And nowhere left to go. They say he gave his all, Until the bastion’s fall. The white flag of surrender, Was the battle’sContinue reading “Unbowed”
Outlaws, Outrages and Outright Lies 