The Strange Steakhouse Cowboy

I hate steak
but somehow
I end up at a steakhouse
peanut shells liter the floor
and that raw flesh meat smell
stinks up the air
this place is filled
with rodeo assholes
and radio talk show hosts
200 fuck nuts here
and he creeps up to me
looking like a cross
between a clown
and a throwback of some
Calvin Clien fashion fad
that just never caught on
maybe it was because we were drinking the same beer
who knows?
all I remember is his crazy voice
“Cowboy is gonna get him a woman tonight”
I laughed, swallowing down 12 ounces of beer
as if my laughing was some queue for him to repeat
“Cowboy is gonna get him a woman tonight”
somehow funnier this time
but with a warning of annoying
“Cowboy is gonna get him a woman tonight”
I try to pay no more attention to him
and he mussels his way to the next beer buffoon
“Cowboy is gonna get him a woman tonight”
9 beers and 88 times later
I decide to leave
can’t take that fucking phrase no more
to drunk to drive
so I flag down that first cab I see
and by the time I get home
I can’t help wondering…
did cowboy get his woman tonight?