old world

And cowboys roping in baseball caps And empty space on McNally maps And yucca, creosote and sage And trailer parks in dusty towns And warm winds when the sun goes down And dry creeks and history on a page And trout jumping in a mountain stream And cotton fields along the San Joaquin An old coyote fussin at the moon And a hawk on a power line Bob wire fences pinion pine Desert road stretching across the sand And tractors and seed shops And salesmen in used car lots And windmills and young people in a van.