A Yellow Rose: a song's worth

A Yellow Rose: a song's worth of dancing

Dust devil twirls around a cactus then fades
the big blue sky dims as if to draw the shades
Mesa and mountains reflect an evening's glow
silver stars were blooming over a Yellow rose.

Rocking chair songs blend with orchestrated winds
sitting in wait with a soft southern grin
Eyes that trail a dusty road to the horizon
looking for those that thirst for a bit of dancing

Cowboys race on the setting Sun's rays
to the lady with a sensual two step way
on the front porch of the only tavern for miles
a Texas Lady sat waiting with temptress smiles.

Thunder rumbled across a cloudless sky
like lightening the riders raced, riding high
clouds that trailed the fast footed hooves
rocking chair empty as a Lady in yellow stood.

The piano man sat behind a tip jar grinning
crackled his fingers with a hand woven spin
Barkeep wiped the glasses to sparkle and glow
swinging doors swung behind a Yellow Rose.

Cowboys burst through the doors swinging
ordering whiskey for dry mouths swigging'
trail dust dusted off of vested shoulders
ordering liquid courage to become bolder.

A nickle gets you a song's worth of dancing
some held that memory for life as romancing
more Cowboys rushed in both young and old
to grasp a dance with a Lady, a Yellow Rose