Из битников. Переводы Владимира Бойко

I went into the Maverick Bar
by Gary Snyder

I went into the Maverick Bar
In Farmington, New Mexico.
And drank double shots of bourbon
                              backed with beer.
My long hair was tucked up under a cap
I'd left the earring in the car.

Two cowboys did horseplay
                              by the pool tables,
A waitress asked us
                              where are you from?
a country-and-western band began to play
"We don't smoke Marijuana in Muskokie"
And with the next song,
                              a couple began to dance.

They held each other like in High School dances
                              in the fifties;
I recalled when I worked in the woods
                              and the bars of Madras, Oregon.
That short-haired joy and roughness-
                              America-your stupidity.
I could almost love you again.
We left-onto the freeway shoulders-
                              under the tough old stars-
In the shadow of bluffs
                              I came back to myself,
To the real work, to
                              "What is to be done."