They’re feudin’, Mama.
They’re camped up in Bozeman
for the party season.
One is a long bore.
Another raids the mini-bar, now sure
his date won’t show. The third
defends his diary with a secret code.
A horseman riding by
observes the niceties of outstretched thumbs
(that poor horse,
sway-backed and spavined,
when all it wanted was a better ranch).
Hear that far-off harmonica blow
beneath that far-off sky.
See that second mortgage slip away.
They’re fussin’ and a–fightin’, Mama,
those three sons of yours,
arguing over the script
as wolves tiptoe behind.
Credit note: “Tres Hermanos” appears in my new poetry collection, Men Briefly Explained.
Tim says: The note about this poem at the back of Men Briefly Explained helpfully advises as follows:
“Bozeman is the fifth largest city in Montana, on the route of the former Bozeman Trail. Though this is not stated in the poem, the three titular brothers are named Zack, Jed and Joss, which irresistibly suggested a Western theme.”
Times are tough, even in Hollywood.
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