Ken Rone Poet Cowboy Poetry

Marlboro Tears

Can you feel the grain 
     Of the leather as you ride 
     Not knowing if the pain will slide 
From your heart when you wake up all the hurt inside 
From a love who promised to stay at your side? 
But she's gone pulling with her your last ounce of pride.
     Nothing left to do but slowly ride.  
Can you feel the pain of the tears cried in vain? 

Can you see the rain 
     Pulling slowly on the sky 
     Led by night winds that you prayed would die 
Before dawn brings her chill upon your eastward flight 
Towards the hills? Rebuild the ashes of your life 
From a ruin ruled by dogs who prowl behind the light.
     They guard the one you have loved for half your life. 
Can you see the stain of the tears cried in vain?

Can you taste your fate 
     Spread before you? Has she lied 
     Igniting dry brush in your shattered mind?
Broken souls always gather in the rocks to hide.
But this world is the one you’ll come to know in time 
Sharing jealous threats as guilt consumes your pride
     With the vagabonds and keepers of the night. 
Can you taste the trace of the tears cried in vain?

Is that the morning train 
     Whose call comes floating through the pines? 
     Stirring life from sleep the mountains rise
To the light and to the new breath of the morning. Bight
Back your wounds, free your demons and just look at life 
Lived in full and though tomorrow’s still a two-day ride, 
     You’ll find Love’s longing lying at your side. 
Is there much to gain from the tears cried in vain?


Written with a tip of the hat to Bernie Taupin

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