"I WANNA BE AN OGALALA DJ"

 

There are only two radio stations in Western Nebraska

both of them the purest distilations of radio inanity

middle American boredom and insanity

so if you're driving West

into the endless apaloosa blue of clouds

past the horses waving in the wind

the rivers flowing warm with life

the hay in rolls and tufts of trees

and the yellow topped corn

like a crew cut on the plaine

then you have to sing for yourself

and for the truckers hard at dreaming

families in busses rolling by

blackbirds streaking in the sky

and little boys with virgin eyes

that marvel at the wilderness

the blue lakes still

the hay green hills

most of man must surely miss

the quiet sweet sincerity

of a powerful sky and anxious trees

rivers overflowing need

distance space tranquility

so dream like the truckers of cowboys

look for the Platte

whistle about living out on the range

missing them women who drive you insane

spy at the ridges training at mountains

look for the bear and the deer and the game

look in the mirror and draw your own picture

you're all by yourself but you think about fame

check out the foot it's always so heavy

check out the map

speed, milage, gas gauge

baa at the sheep

Buffalo Bill

Motel Bill Cody

the rain washes

the Indians

and the Buffalo

and the cowboys

like time

away