At the end of a dusty trail,
I pushed through swinging doors
and walked to the bar.
A cool beer after a ride far,
a smile offered so much more,
than just another strong ale.
I washed off dust in a pail
straitened bruised hat I wore,
and lit the end of a bent cigar.
The friendly bar girl, Star
looked up as I crossed the floor.
Lustful eyes dropped their veil.
"Want some company cowboy?"
With no attempt to be coy.