At Ole Joney’s in Quemado, the men dance
like puppets in their boots, calling out
to us tourists, “Cowboys can do anything!”
We’re introduced to Rosevich and Dietrich?
the Austrians who will share the house with us
for the night. They photograph the register,
the barkeep, the painted skull above the pool table.
Dietrich takes pictures of Rosevich with her beer,
Rosevich with American Cowboys. He writes
He writes Budlite in a notebook, and stows
it in his pocket. They want to discuss American politics.
Instead, we wander among the steel poles
in the wet dark, and think of ways to explain them:
the light is white, the poles glow and disappear,
the space between them is like fog hanging in the trees.