A New Day   I was sitting at the chinese food-to-go place out on the edge of town.   A fan blew cool air across me as I watched the sun go down.   I'd done some day work dirt and sweat were close   Waiting for my order. I knew it was cuttin' close.   The day was rough but work was good I'd got in a lick or two.   The steady check has missed me but what I get will still make do.   So I let the breeze from that old fan erase the nagging fear   that this cowboy chose the wrong road like when you lose your favorite gear.   My order's up so I pay, and say "Thanks my friend, goodnight"   Then I head out to the motel where I'll eat with great delight.   Then hope the same chose road tommorow treats this hand alright.

©Steve Dirksen