he lives day-to-day
each evening he adorns
the same worn leather stool
as if it were his lover
caressing the foam on the beer
as if gently kissing a woman’s lips
his dimly lit remembrances of today
fade quickly as she moves to the silver pole
the delilah his mom warned him about
but she’s just woman whose husband split
when the baby was born with a palsy
so now she’s doing what she has to do
cause hospitals will save the child’s life
but ain’t gonna feed it once it’s out the door
with no other jobs in this wind swept valley
of poverty and commercial decay
their nightly fantasies pay the bills
as he places his silver tipped boots
on the brass bar
as cold as her heart is to each of them
he breathes quickly just like ever other night
singing aloud along with redneck mother
as she removes the last fibers of their civility
he can’t imagine anything finer
and doubts she’s got a problem in the world
up there making him happy
like all women should
getting all his hard-earned cash
just for a little shake of this and that
and he wonders how such people
get to have such an easy life
how they come to be so free
not tied down to a 40 hour week
or uh eight-hour day
and why some folks seem
to care about issues
which he judges  to
      have no answers
      or any directions
over beer and whiskey
he solves those concerns
or of any importance
to anyone outside
the sphere of his smoke rings

19 thoughts on “cowboy…

  1. So now I finally know that men don’t only have weird relationships with their cars, but also with their leather stools. And with this illuminating realization I am off into another day in this (men’s) world. But not before congratulating you on another fabulous piece! [I can think of a cow-girl reply back to this, but I will graciously abstain… for the time being] 😉

  2. “as she removes the last fibers of their civility
    he can’t imagine anything finer
    and doubts she’s got a problem in the world” — this is kind of the ultimate fantasy, isn’t it?

    A lot of texture in this piece. Thanks for the read.

  3. So, I just realized I could click a button and hear you read your poems. I love that. This is a beautiful and sad all at once. I love the description and the pace and hearing you read.

  4. I have just listened too – thanks for pointing it out survivorscribe.

    Thanks for the explanation of the abbreviation! I’m not from those parts as you may be able to tell.

  5. A really strong poem, and I too enjoyed hearing your voice read this poem. I’m going to go back and listen to some of your other poems now.
    The line “as she removes the last fibers of their civility” struck a chord…
    thank you for sharing this poem.

  6. I had difficulty finding the voice of this poem but after listening to you read it, it seemed much more accessible. You really have great expression in your voice. Pearl

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