Half-In a Bantam Canopy - Jeromes Dream

Morning, last one of the day

Hang up your holster

Spur smooth and rusted, dust on all five

With gray spit

Snake needs his back skin back

Sun pushes horizon

Each day, each laugh, we’ll remember your face

Now we lay back in back

Before you pull over, picture on the dashboard

Four on the seat

One in the chamber, it’s we who get

To say goodbye