as the cowboys sing the blues
and all the while I'm dancing with him
I remember dancing with you
as I set down another long neck
and take a cowboy's hand
the steel guitar is whining
lights reflecting upon the stand
the wood floor is really crowded
and we give it one more go
as he wraps his arms around me
he's not the cowboy that I know
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
1 comment:
Aww. I love this write. Truly enjoyed.
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