Dalhart
 
Dalhart Texas long ago
In a pickup truck I sat
 
watching traffic on the boulevard
from underneath my western hat.
 
Feeling like James Dean
I was a cool cowboy cat.
 
Dave an' me was waitin'
for our buddies, Bob and Pat.
 
We needed a ride to grandma's
cause the pickup had a flat.
 
Then the boys arrived and Bob hollered,
"Let's go to Nara Visa, that's where the dance is at."
 
My partner Dave gave me a smile
like Buddy Holly and all that.
 
We cruised and sipped on beer
Texas kids on a welcome mat.
 
It played out like a drive-in movie
two guys chose off in a spat.
 
Groups mumbled in the night air
the music sharp, not flat.
 
Then we drove back to Dalhart
me in the back seat, with my hat.
©Steve Dirksen