I rode
bulls and water-skied with Lightning Hopkins
(His
women wore pistols around their waists)
I sang
“Purple Rain” in an empty bar
Beneath the flash of blue and red lights
I’ve
bent notes on a six string guitar
I’ve
made the end of a bottleneck cry
I’ve done time in the caverns of my mind
I’ve
faced the throne of death
And
looked it in the eye
Long ago, I launched a kite into the sky
It was
held up by a big wind and tugged at my hand
It ran
out of string and I watched it go
