My 2nd attempt at Poetry: entitled "Nevada Smith"

Please note, here that whatever you may read, there is no reference to me personally in the writing....There are some factual matters that point to me in the work but there is no direct correlation with me to the fictionalized character... In this piece, "Nevada Smith" is a lonely and tragic figure and I'd like to think that I am as far removed from him as the rest of you are....However, as you all may know from English literature, the beauty and power of poetry is that it allows us all to understand and relate, no matter how far removed or distant from the central character we may think we are...Therefore, without further ado, I bring to you..

-------------------------------- "Nevada Smith"---------------------------------------

My name is Nevada Smith and I ride with the wind.
My horse's name is Corvette2000 and I push a 357 with my friends, Smith and Wesson.
I travel from Town to Town to visit the Ladies of the night.
I drink in dark bars with complete strangers and toast them with a warm drink called loneliness.
I drift from Town to Town and move from place to place, nearly at the speed of light, but I never win the race.
Who wouldn't want to be me and wish to take my place.
Nearly everyone, except all others in this time or space.
My name is Nevada Smith and I blow with the wind.
I travel nearly at the speed of light, but can never get to my place..