money wont change ya

anyone notice a snakey wind

bargin past cowboy band station breaks

while more stale beer gets served up

at the all-night dance floor?

and notice clever splinters 

layin in wait for somebody’s bare feet

milkin gravy bleed from popped veins,

pulled back into muzzlin

tied up

severed 

junky arms, legs?

didn't think so...

then better check your spurs for dust

or rotted horse flesh at the door,

you may be a counterpart ingredient,

a soul music leap on the bob weave float,

guilty of bustin Apollo floorboards

underground

cause man, waitin for it to happen

leaves you flatfooted,

and way too available

Tucson, 1973