Wichita Lineman

In the raw New Mexican morning

“Wichita Lineman” on the Delco

eggs and coffee at the townie cafe

all stick figure kitchen chairs

a flag and a snowy 12-inch

Cowboy hats and thick-framed glasses

stares at the hippie kids

The West foreign as Bagdad

to a Bronx boy

uneasy wonder, unleashed desire

every mile, every town

every magic mountain vista

every flat forever

California to be charmed finally

from its dreamscape

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