don't take your love to town

bored silly
you decide to grow
a mustache
like the one you had
in the seventies.
it was a nice
furry strip of
soft blondish
hair that gave
you a kind and yet
rakish look.
sometimes you'd
stroke the sides of
it while waiting
in line for a
hamburger and fries
a the local malt
shop. pondering cheese
or no cheese.
you buy some
boots too, like
you used to own.
cowboy boots with
a snakeskin pattern.
they makes you look
like you have something
going on. the new
mustache comes out
grey and white though,
like kenny rodgers,
who you never liked
except when he was
in a band called
the third edition.
you still remember the
words. ruby,
don't take your love
to town, and now you
can't get the song out
of your head. you get
the razor out and shave
off the mustache.
you don't want to
look like kenny.