Canyon Creek

Canyon Creek

In my wild as hell teens I stole cigarettes at Walgreens

Then we head to Johnny’s house to huff gasoline

His mom would give us money for pulling garden weeds

Then we paid a coed to buy a case of old Milwaukee

Then a couple of wild girls and Johnny and me

Would head to Canyon Creek to tell lies and drink

We built fire then would play guitar and sing

Get under the blankets and make out till morning

Now miles down the road I’m 60 something

I watch a lot of TV and don’t do anything

Johnny burned out his brain and his liver

And died in December in a cold dumpster

I drink beer and think how it used to be

With those wild chicks and me and Johnny

Once in a while I steal cigarettes at Walgreens

And take a huff of gasoline just for Johnny

Occasionally I head down to Canyon Creek

To built a big fire and play guitar and drink

With a case of old Milwaukee and Johnny’s memory

Crazy Father’s Daughter-
Texas Style Songwriter And Storyteller Poetry.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy