Tombstone

I went off the road todayAnd dipped into the state trust landsFor a place to camp just outside of Tombstone,Town of infamous report turned tourist trap.But I like it - the little shops selling this and that,The dusty street where they tore up the asphalt To make it seem more real - and it worked.I can’t afford their trappings Nor their fare or lodgings.But I don’t care.I sit in my box truck,A few miles out of townAnd watch the sunset in perfect silenceAs I eat macaroni and cheese I got for freeBecause it was all I could afford. And tomorrow, I will sell my wares if they’ll have them, And offer to wash their windows if they’re dirty,And soak in the people passing byAnd be grateful to share in their vacation.