cops on horseback
waiting for motorcycles
target practice at pick ups
then salute a speeding nighTrane
off celebrating the birthday dawn
of another pissed off mystified existence
in town
incense cutters
glassboot heroes gather
wherever beansprouts and granola are served
hipsters looking for get outta jail free passes
ready to hop aboard that singular nighTrane
falling down this mountain
on its way inside a funky wind
bound for the cosmic swamp
and along the rail
night sounds grow clearer to any hearer
echoes reappear
according to their original idea of appearing at all
night sounds busting down barricades
satisfying the town's need to stretch out
to try and make it to the proverbial other side
imagined fortunes
or worse
100 miles back outside Benson
a piano needed tuning
dotted keys displaying honkytonk repetitions of early songs
and if they were played now
there would be no beginning
nor end
only the sound of gentle footsteps
tapping along
this town's archipelago stairs
step by step
someplace down the nighTrane track
8/17/74
Bisbee