Sunday, August 21, 2016

Cowboys in White Linnen

There was a cowboy known as Frank
Recited Rilke when he drank
Which, in fact, was rather often
He drank himself into a cowboy coffin

There was a cowboy we called Ace
Lived in a dopey state of grace
Never clever, not a player
Now light a candle, say a prayer

CHORUS:
Wrap the cowboys in white linen
The parade is now beginning
Beat the drum and blow the fife
And mourn one more lost cowboy’s life

There was a cowboy we called Curly
He hit his peak a little early
He liked his cowboy lovin’ rough
Until one day he’d had enough

There was a cowboy, Little Timmy
All he said was, “Gimme, gimme.”
If he’d not been such a fiend
He might not have been quarantined

CHORUS:
Wrap the cowboys in white linen
The parade is now beginning
Carry roses for the pall
To muffle the dirt clods as they fall

Cowboy Jack was quite a banger
All he had was his own anger
Then someone shot off his face
Sorry, Jack. Wrong time, wrong place

When I think of Cowboy Kevin
I wish that I believed in heaven
That, along with other friends,
I’d believe I’d see his face again

CHORUS:
Wrap the cowboys in white linen
The parade is now beginning
Beat the drum and blow the fife
And mourn one more lost cowboy’s life

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Sunday, August 07, 2016

Flag Half Mast

I heard the news
Read the story
Lower Old Glory:
Flag half mast

From my house
I didn’t hear the shot
But doubt it not:
Flag half mast

So much fear
So much rage
Uncared for bodies
Left on-stage

And mine the shame
Mine the debt
I won’t forget:
Flag half mast