Greg Brown has a song called "[http://ag.arizona.edu/~steidl/GB/RexrothsDaughter.txt Rexroth's Daughter]".

 Coldest night of the winter, workin' up my farewell
 in the middle of everything, under no particular spell.
 I am dreaming of the mountains, where the children learned the stars.

 Clouds roll in from Nebraska, dark chords on a big guitar.

 My restlessness is long gone, I'd stand here like an old jackpine

 But I'm lookin' for Rexroth's daughter, friend of a friend of mine.
 Friend of a friend of mine.