up in the mountains

stopping for coffee

feeling the thin air bite

cold on my fingers tongue

rushing in for warmth

snow ice all around

thin guy hanging around

sell you a blanket bud?

white buffalo

Pendleton

forty bucks?

& too intent on coffee

getting to the warmth

I passed up the chance

on the great white buffalo

now when I hear Nugent

I know the river came close

& I passed it by

but for a few seconds

the call of warmth coffee

that could be mine

there

under the trees

stopping at the side of the road

taking a walk

long slopes cool breeze

how do you know this place?

oh I’ve stopped here for years

clear my head

sit & listen to the birds

& there just there I think

under the trees is where

I made love to her

but I cannot tell you that

for you that’s diseased

& I can feel ghosts

tugging soft at my sleeve

we sit for five minutes

that feel like hours

c’mon we got miles to do

thank you for stopping

she smiles it’s a nice place

I’m pleased

you’ve shared this with me