eighteen eighties western frontier bound
late in the evening when only a prairie sound
cowboys and gentlemen in all their affairs
would walk the night streets and “take the air”
a customary routine from a simpler age
to lay aside all troubles, discouragement and rage
today this seems zen like, so Buddha, so rare
to walk down the street and breathe the local air
hustlers and drifters, joined the silent share
to shut up and just take in the night air
profound and so common, anyone could
life would be different, uniquely so good
cool and refreshing, a lesson from the past
to slow down and enjoy, not breeze by so fast
to rise up and leave that comfortable chair
join the old cowboys and take the night air