True Cowboy

Tan leather boots with fancy stitching Butterscotch vest with pencilled fringe Polished black Stetson size eight and three quarters Faded denim shirt with copper snaps Silver oversized belt buckle that shouts rodeo Deep gravelly voice with cigar precision A pronounced limp unnoticed for years Shoulder soreness no longer felt Calloused hands scruffy with purpose Symmetrical Unadorned hatband Chiseled well mapped chin Blue eyes faded by hundreds of suns Hawkish nose with brownish patch Saturday night cowboys stare in awe Trying so hard to look the part He wears with ease, unaware He is being studied, real cowboy Doing his own stuff, no agenda Unconsciously perfect In his maleness