Cowboy Poem Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Cowboy Poetry

Cityscape, skyscrapers and hazy, smog filled sunsets; streets full
of brilliant red and white car lights. No one sleeps here.
A postcard of New York? The big apple, wormholes, steamy air,
big shows and… never mind that, admire the city as manmade art.
Prosperity, everyone can become rich here, even a bus driver can,
if he saves all his money and live with his mother, collect her
pension long after she’s dead. Go to Nevada, I knew a man there,
who won money on a lottery ticket and bought a horse,
he’s a poetry cowboy now. This proves there is no need to go to
New York to make it big. With luck you can make it everywhere
and get to ride a horse too.