Notes On Lonesome Crick
There beats in me a wild heart
That's mellowed through the years.
Ol' Pete 'n I have long since vowed
to stick to "lower gears."
Like everyday, at Lonesome Crick,
he's stopped to get a drink,
so I'll just dig my notebook out
'n write down what I think.
I've lived a lot, 'n seen a lot,
but memory's selective
'n as the years start pilin' up,
they alter your perspective.
I reckon, someday all these notes
may serve my purpose well
if I've a want to write a poem,
or cowboy tales to tell.
They'll take me back, with clarity,
trumpin' Father Time
and that's a real good startin' point
for poets past their prime.
You won't find gems of wisdom
down on any sheet,
just a way to bring back memories
of Lonesome Crick, 'n Pete.
�2004, Bruce Satta
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