Rodeo King

Love looks like a city slicking cowboy

he’ll have spurs in his eyes

a soft leather tongue and

palms fit to tame a horse or

lasso a tree

He’s a classic cattleman in big shiny shoes

I’m stealing his stetson

there’s steel in his lessons

for a silly mountain girl

just twenty-three

Warm rolled tobacco between his tough teeth

the kiss of a cowboy

is a 5 o'clock shadow

straight down the center of the

city of dreams

My Madison Avenue rodeo king

lasso my altitude heart

still riding bareback

through cold western winds

come rescue me