Charmin’ Charlie


Charmin’ Charlie
rode into town
on a winter night
sat tall in the saddle
plucked a long stem match
from his faded shirt
 struck it against his boot
let out a sigh
as it ignited a fire
resembling his desire
slowly slid down off his horse
blew out the match
he used to see the hitchin’ post
securely tied the reins
shook off the trail pain
strode into the saloon
ordered a shot of whiskey
then softly spoke to the barkeep
with a draw a country mile long
about how he saw a dawn
like a tumbleweed
drift across the plains
told how he marked the spot with his boot
so as to find it again someday.

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