I wish I was Roy
May 5 05'
I wish I was Roy
there is not a night that
I don’t think of you
a ghost in my dreams
a shadow of a shadow of something
that moves in the night
above my head
like a small white cloud
that my soul will not let go
so you stay in my dreams
someone from long ago
when I was your hero
you were my friend
talking just to talk
listening when it was time
I wish you had not hit me so hard
I don’t blame you
it’s just a character flaw
of mine
something I never saw coming
I wish I was Roy
I wish I was still your hero
I wish I was the knight in shining armor
on the white horse
riding to your rescue
like a scene from some silent movie
I wish I was the cool guy
with the lopsided grin
that turned your heart to mush
I wish I was your first kiss
I wish I was your first crush
I wish I was the first person
that you ever missed
I wish I was Roy Rogers
and you were Dale Evans
riding off into the sunset
and we rode side by side as the evening sun sank slowly into the Western Sky
and the Sons of the Pioneers sang ‘hear them tumbling tumble weeds’
softly in the background
and Trigger turned around
to gently nuzzle Buttermilk
and we rode so close together
our knees rubbed
Now if this story hasn’t yet brought a tear to your eye, did you know Festus was a Son’s of the Pioneers? Did you know Festus signed a contract to sing with the Tommy Dorsey Band to replace Frank Sinatra..Well you do know...The passionate enormity so far kind of overwhelming ..isn’t it? And you just know that Marshall Dillion and Miss Kitty were screwing around big time.....
Now back to the wide screen and Roy and Dale
in the audience a bunch of kids at the Saturday Matinee
the boys with a small tear in their eye but not letting each other see
as they ride their bikes away
to the sound of ‘Hear Them Tumbling Tumbleweeds Tumbling Down’ echoing in their
devious juvenile minds
riding their bikes home
like they were mounted on gallant steeds
riding flat out
the good guys in the white hats
looking for the bad guys to fight it out
wondering what Dale Evans might look like
naked
friends are hard to find
heroes often fail
still I’d give all of Texas and half the Moon
just to hear the phone ring
and your voice say
‘Hey Man, you still cool?’
"Charming, poignant, sickly witty..a times near the abyss of abysmal melancholy but reigning it in just at the point of falling into that overly melodramatic chasm".. True West Magazine
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