Perched on the plank seat of the old wagon the dusty man gently jiggles the reins of his reliable old steeds, they as resolved as he to reach Archer City to get booked up.
Larry was there with his white hair whittling his latest creation, an overweight manuscript sure to cause a sensation no matter its heft.
They sat together talking til the fireflies flew, shared stories of books loves, and good bass hooks, reaching down to fetch a fresh brew when they got parched which was frequent as they spoke at length of men like Woodrow and Gus, how they cussed, poked, and stretched yarn after yarn.
This is a light poem begun by letting my imagination roam until I got this image of the wagon pulled by two old horses. I started writing and it just became what it is. Dedicated to my best buddy, Joe, who loves books even more than fishing. He was my pahdnah on Texas lakes way back when. One of his favorite authors is legendary Texas novelist, Larry McMurtry who also owned a bookstore in his hometown of Archer City, Texas.