THE HAYBURNER BLUES

Hoppy’s distracted nothing

but chicken flying 

around the plain so

they wade outside into a darkness of guns

as friends but you can’t shoot a ghost

and now the Thirties are gone and 

Hoppy smiles like Benny Goodman

these eras they have viral benefits

tails of nags against the rocks 

stony desert tropes you wear black for 

Hoppy’s learning to manage his shadows

you never know when a hero might need to fade 

meet Mister Roberts in the Devil’s Playground

the boys all suffering from saddle pressure 

but we’re too far west these rocks are too round

this yarn is busting its time frame

and now there’s a judge name of Brubeck 

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from RESOURCES–(Blue Bag Press)

(Direct link to poem)

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By Clark Coolidge 👍