I would’ve
rode with
Jesse James
if I’d
been
alive and
he would’ve politely
asked me –
explained the situation
over strong coffee and ham hocks,
in his home ...
while Frank adjusted
the sights
on his brother’s pistol in
the kitchen, as the red & gray
Missouri sunset
wavered on
the flat land.
There would have been
plenty of home-still moonshine
and good weed; and their wives,
down home girls,
who would’ve drank and smoked
right along
with the rest of us
outlaws.