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Click here(dedicated to my uncle Mark Nelson)
There are still cowboys
riding the freeways of America:
lonely vaqueros listening to their radios
and pulling mightily at the wheels
of their great steel steeds
some stopping at Nevada Brothels
to meet nature's needs
dreaming of farms, tractors and seeds,
listening to taped college lectures attentively,
praying devoutly,
sketching scenes such as they see in their dreams
or composing poetry
They are men of long distances
and long distance phone calls,
vast ambitions and vast empty spaces:
honest hard workers and travelers
looking homeward
wherever their spinning wheels
may be pointed
Very touching and great imagery. This is probably the best work of yours I have read so far. Good Stuff.
This is really good. I have a sense of motion right from the start. There's a certain cadence like wheels rolling down the highway. I like the contrast in images also: wanderlust/loneliness, work/play (in a Nevada brothel manner of speaking). Finally, I thought I saw a skillful use of repetition, not only direct but indirect (vaquero/cowboy) that added to the wonderful rhythm of the poem. Well done!