21st Century Texas Cowboy

Irene Keller

September 6, 2026


There he was

    a smug-tooting cowboy 

    strutting in a boot-stride determination 

    with a smirk on his face, a glint in his eyes     

    as his right hand embraced a Lone Star six pack, 

    his left caressing the grip of his holstered mini pistol.   


There I was 

    a nobody female

    trapped in his machismo expanse

    watching him move toward me then pass  

    as my body pressed against pain relievers, aisle #7,

    my quiet thought: dude, you’re only a drugstore cowboy.

Irene Keller, now and then, enjoys reading and writing satirical poetry. She believes laughter is good for the soul; thus, she wishes her Horatian type of satire will influence readers to laugh a bit. 



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