The first thing we moved in, west coast Or Mississippi, was speakers, Then the amp and turntable. That way we had music As we pushed in the couch and chairs, The kitchen table and sometimes A television. Magical Evenings filled with despair followed, Like cold on rain, and we shivered As the inexperienced do. I remember the train station Floor in Monterey, Mexico, My apologies Among the vendors with their carts, And good advice I got that night. You like that watch? Put it in your Pocket. But we were only young and dumb Enough to leave home with traveler's Checks and a taste for tequila, Not like the families waiting now For how long it takes the sheriff To show up after the notice.