Wild West Poems

Noon 2 tall gunmen walking slowly towards each other down Mathew St. And then he grabbed her (for Leiber/Stoller and the Coasters) And then He tied her up And then He lit the fuse to the dynamite And then And then AND THEN ALONG CAME JONES . . William H. Bonney alias Billy the Kid hitches his horse to a parking meter strides through the swing doors into Yates Wine Lodge. Barmaids slowly back away from the counter. Drunks rush out into Charlotte Street. He drinks a glass of Aussie White and strides out, silent as he came. POEM FOR BLACK BART TO LEAVE BEHIND ON A STAGE COACH I hope you ladies ain't afraid Of the wicked man who made this raid But I'm like nature quick and cruel Believe me, gals, I need them jewels. The Daltons riding down Church Street/Bullets ricochet off street signs/windows full of cardboard Walkers bottles shatter/Bob Grat Emmett thunder across traffic lights at red/hoof beats die away clattering down Lord Street.