Bearded viejo loco
shuffling along dusty streets
between crumbling adobes
like Harry Dean Stanton
in a sweaty straw hat
adrift in some West Texas town.
Feral cats and mangy dogs nipping
at my jeans.
Bellying up to the bar
in a territorial era tavern
for a cold mug of beer
a respite from the heat
and a chance to scribble down
a few clever lines
no one will ever hear.
I hear you.
A evocative portrait
I feel you brother!