Neon flashes POOL and COLD BEER upon the glass
The green and red lights; a Christmas parody in the rain
Slick sidewalks reflect smoky headlights as they pass
Jukebox music drifts across the street in sad refrains
Hank Williams moans I’m so lonesome I could cry
Bob Wills and The Texas Playboys; Faded Love
Doors open revealing strains of fiddles to the night
Pale yellow moon swallowed by hungry clouds above
Drunk shoved to the street warned not to come back
Stands staggering slurring words about their mothers
Almost falls reaching to the sidewalk picking up his hat
Saturday night cowboy cut from the herd of his brothers
The motel room stinks of mold and stale cigarettes
Sheets smell of soap. The TV gets all the local channels
Suitcases lay unpacked on the extra queen size bed
Bullfight painting hangs from dingy hardwood panels
Midnight hour whiskey breath slips and drifts into a snore
Levis across Durango boots hang heavy with silver rodeo
Early morning will find the motel manager at the door
Tomorrow; another competition, welcome to San Antonio
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