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Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The Coffee Shop Cowboys

They gather at the coffee shop early each morn. Too old and tired to do work in the barn.

There is Slim and Jeb, also Bubba and Jake. Slim isn't really slim, he almost lives on cake.

Jake and Bubba are bowlegged and tall, Jeb walks with a limp since a nasty fall.

Jake likes his jeans with a crease down the middle, Bubba can play a hoe down on any ole' fiddle.

Their boots are worn and hats very dusty, and their ranching ability is getting quite rusty.

They ask each other "how much rain did ya git", as they sit in the coffee shop and chew and spit.

Jake says an inch, Bubba says a little more, as Jeb sauters on out the back door.

The three left shake thier heads with a look of puzzle, why Jeb left so soon made them all bumbuzzle.

Not long after old Jeb drives up, carrying his rain gauge made from an old tin cup.

Do you see this he said with a grin, the rain is all used up just like us old men.

Pauline Lieck


~mel said...

In my neck of the woods it's the same scenario ~ only it's old loggers and fishermen:)

FrankandMary said...

Because not everyone wants to spend their time analyzing the human genome. Some (old) guys JUST KNOW.

Toon said...

There'a a cafe in my hometown that has a sign on one booth that says 'Liar's Table'.

Lucy said...

That is so cool that you have the special way of putting words down like that and it just comes out right. I hope I get in this time with my comment.

BlueRidge Boomer said...

Hey Girl...
We've got "Hardee's" farmers in our neck of the woods....


DD said...

Pauline Lieck!!!!!!!!!! This poem is over the top, I love love love it. It should be published in a cowboy magazine!

Dar said...

You sure put the words right with most old fellas that gather at the 'Round Table' as it's called here....great stuff Paula.

Missy said...

That was cute. I liked it.


jack69 said...

I like it Paula. Just reading over the blogs I missed.

always a treat at your house!