The Poet

I’ve labored long and hard for bread,
For honor, and for riches,
But on my corns too long you’ve tread,
You fine-haired sons of bitches.

Black Bart’s stagecoach robberies are the archetype of Wild West legend. Alex Taylor’s Tuesday continues with his story and an unrealized tip. Hmmm … road trip?

As published in the Gainesville Times,

Tuesday, February, 2nd, 1988.

For those of you who geosurf: Smoke Creek Desert

You’ll notice the main thoroughfare in the area is “Surprise Valley Road”, and I’ve read the valley acquired that name sometime in the 1880s. …yep.

Here I lay me down to sleep
To wait the coming morrow,
Perhaps success, perhaps defeat,
And everlasting sorrow.
Let come what will, I’ll try it on,
My condition can’t be worse;
And if there’s money in that box
‘Tis munny in my purse.