let's make the end a good time too

a song comes
on the radio,
let's make the end
a good time
too.
it's a slow
syrupy song
with acoustic
guitars
and violins.
you can almost
see the dude
with his cowboy
hat, shading
his blue
eyes, as he
sits on a porch
with a piece
of straw between
his lips.
as he sings, he
stares off
into the field,
where a woman
rides a horse,
unsmiling,
her bare shoulders
brown in
the sun
as she rides
further and further
away
in a cloud of dust.
let's make the end
a good time
too, he sings.
making you laugh,
knowing how impossible
such a thing is.