Cowboy

I don't know much about that cowboy
Strong back, smell of leather
Scar runs the length of his left arm

Sun was up when I got home
Crows laughing in the garden, I say shoo
Anyone can drive a rusty red pickup truck
Anyone can have a dog named Blue

I don't know much about that cowboy
Crooked jaw, four day stubble
Tattoo, "Mary," above his heart

Storm blew in while I was sleeping
Hard rain flattened the nasturtiums, I say heck
Anyone can wear a belt buckle shaped like a Conestoga
Anyone can tie a rag around their neck

I don't know much about that cowboy
Calloused thumb, a gold incisor
Dark blue road map on the back of his hand

I lost my keys, I couldn't find my shoes
Flies buzzing in the kitchen, I say, sure
Anyone can take a room by the week at the Pine Knot Motel
Anyone can move as if their bones were sore

I don't know much about that cowboy
Sidelong squint, one raised eyebrow
Tiny slow twitch at the side of his mouth

There's his truck at the Cloverleaf Cafe
I circle around the block, and then I just drive past
Anyone can rock their chair back on two legs and look right through you
Anyone can grow up and have no past