the disco ball at Cracker Barrel

i ride my horse over to the Cracker

Barrel

establishment

for some vittles.

i've been herding cattle

all day,

and i need me some

greasy fried chicken

and mashed potatoes

with a slice of peach cobbler

for dessert,

and a cup

of coffee before i hit the trail again.

but it's not the same.

i see no barrels, no old Joe

in a rocking chair

with his dog.

it's looks like

burger queen inside.

the walls are pink

and there's a disco ball spinning

over the tables.

there's a rainbow flag

on the wall

with a Palestinian flag

beside it.

they ask me what my pronouns
are as i take my

hat off

and knock the dust off my chaps.

i tell them to F off.

where's Marge and Kenny?

i ask,

where's Jimmy Bob

behind the grill,

and Sally Sue the grandmom

who never leaves here,

with one tooth?

why are there pictures of

Kamala and tampon Tim on 

the walls?

what the hell is going on here?

i skedaddle,

hop on my horse

and ride off.

reluctantly i stop off at

Whole Foods.