in a trenchcoat
carrying a saxophone
i hit a c-note
and wonder where
all the cowboys go
when the tough
got going i forgot
to get tough
but i'm sure as hell getting even
cowgirls and rough riders
get the blues
i think
as i re-arrange
tom robbins' pages
stuffed in my weathered
and torn boots
are made for walking
so that's just what i'll do
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