Tombstone

I went off the road today
And dipped into the state trust lands
For 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 town
And watch the sunset in perfect silence
As I eat macaroni and cheese I got for free
Because 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 by
And be grateful to share in their vacation.