DESPERADO ON A BIKE

Tucker Finn © 2010

I never owned a horse
And I never shot no one
But I’m a Desperado
On an ten speed bike
I like to pedal through the city
When the streets are damp and dark
My scattered thoughts
Become more solid late at night

I see sad things in the windows
Of the shops some people keep
Dusty treasures no longer treasured by no one
Sometimes I feel like Plastic Elvis
All my colors come undone
From years of standing
In one place under the sun

I’m a Cowboy...a Cowboy...
A Stranger to my name and
Where I’m from
I’m a Cowboy...a Cowboy...
The one I might have been
And the one I have become

I never roped a calf
Nor been to Rodeo
I grew up in a post-war bungalow
And if you stop by there today
You’ll see that nothing’s ever changed
Be sure to tell my aging folks I say hello

I eat some late-night fettuccine
At the Diplomatico
I’m not hungry but I try to fill this hole
I like to put my thoughts on napkins
And see some faces that I know
And watch the Party People’s
Party come and go

I’m a Cowboy...a Cowboy...
A Stranger to my name and
Where I’m from
I’m a Cowboy...a Cowboy...
The one I might have been
And the one I have become