Part One


Rocky left the dusty town in his wake,
riding the Greyhound bus westward
because gold ain’t in no backyard!

Lil in tow, wearing a big red bow,
her petticoats up in the air
like her red hair.

She kept bugging him, “Are we there yet?”
Rocky rolled his eyes
in a disgust he did not disguise.

Eating runny eggs
at some rundown bus stop,
slouching in the booth to hide from a cop,

Rocky and Lil were almost broke.
But, Lil was an excellent pickpocket
and could steal from an electric socket.

They re-boarded the bus.
The busdriver aimed the stagecoach towards L. A.
and the horses galloped gray.