Not my First Cowboy

You’re not my first cowboy

You’re a handsome man who looks fine in jeans

You’re almost authentic, but your boots are too clean

Still I’m tempted to tumble, though I know where that leads

From now till the dawn, all hurry, all speed

And after your coffee you’ll be ready to go

You ain’t my first cowboy

And this ain’t my first rodeo.

You think that I’m new here, and don’t know this set

But I’ve been here before, in other towns I’ll forget

And I’ll forget this one, unless you’re the best

Not just one more who wants me who seems like the rest

Of the wannabe cowboys who don’t quite catch the flow

You’re not the best cowboy 

And this ain’t my first rodeo.

Let’s drop all this posing, all these postures and acts

And get to down to business and deal in straight facts

No that’s not right, either, it’s uncomfortable, too

I don’t have to be me, you don’t have to be you

Let’s spend this night happy then let it all go

I’ll pretend you’re a cowboy

Pretend it’s my first rodeo.

                                         

  Delia S. Gahn