IMOGENE’S NOTEBOOK
Old Outlaw Blues
Poetry: the world’s a hell of a place these days
The world’s a hell of a place these days
Fried chicken and beer to my door
brought by a man who smiles hello
he walked here from somewhere dangerous, hot and poor
now he brings dinner to coddled old pricks
like me
and wants his baby girl to be something more
I hope she makes it
I hope they make it.
See, I was an outlaw once
The world’s a goddam miracle these days
I eat in front of a flatscreen
bigger than the Mona Lisa
and a lot more fun to watch, which if that ain’t the American dream
living out loud, man, I don’t know what else
could be
hot girls, hard men, and chaos ready to stream
feeling tired now
almost bedtime now.
But I was an outlaw once
As I fall to sleeping, my eyes-closed mind
grows large and light, and in that world
I’m at the bank, hand in pocket
“The money…
