looking for ruts to follow
sun down
gas down
driving straight for the moon
midnight red lights
through a west Texas panhandle nowhere
Texline
making time
barren road
barren soul
nothing here but me road kill
and a small piece of New Mexico
turning north
to find Custer again
that brilliant arrogant death wish son-of-a-bitchin’ soldier
I don’t know what it is about him
and me
maybe it’s just getting there
maybe it’s Sitting Bull Crazy Horse
Dull Knife
or Yellow Dog’s
wife
that drives me
to find the sun again high and bright
intersecting wagon wheel ruts
footprints if you look hard enough
cutting deep through limestone
one hundred thousand times
I continue north toward Custer
stopping where they say Butch and Sundance did
having a drink in some hole-in-the wall bar
where they let you shoot at the bell
when you buy a round for the bar
i hit it once
this time when I get there
I’ll know why
this time
i’ll know where the bullet holes are
backtracking America
backtracking me
looking for ruts to follow
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