Cowboy Haiku

Cowboy haiku ain't like city folk haiku. Its old 5-7-5 face is weathered and worn by long days, hard work, dust and sweat.


Those damn mosquitoes,
always cruising the main drag
looking for free drinks.

I sweat wind and dust.
The Brazos flows through my veins.
My soul sings Texas.

Bacon. Bacon is.
Bacon is muy rico.
Bacon is. Bacon.

Biscuits and gravy,
sausages, bacon, coffee.
My Breakfast Dream Team.

I've been to LA
once was one time too many.
Texas suits me fine.