Chicano Poet

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Part One

Rocky left the dusty town in his wake,
riding the Greyhound bus westward
because gold ain’t in no backyard!

Lil in tow, wearing a big red bow,
her petticoats up in the air
like her red hair.

She kept bugging him, “Are we there yet?”
Rocky rolled his eyes
in a disgust he did not disguise.

Eating runny eggs
at some rundown bus stop,
slouching in the booth to hide from a cop,

Rocky and Lil were almost broke.
But, Lil was an excellent pickpocket
and could steal from an electric socket.

They re-boarded the bus.
The busdriver aimed the stagecoach towards L. A.
and the horses galloped gray.


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