Cowboy Cafe'

Cowboy Café

 

My husband asked if I would like to have dinner out

“Well, that would be nice,” I said

Thankful because I had not been well

Chills, a sore throat, aches… coughing

And so we went back to Nate’s Cowboy Café

Someplace new and lovely to us

All of those cute cowgirl waitresses

Darling in their cowgirl boots

Tight Wranglers and sexy western shirts

Their long hair all done up in fancy off to the side buns

Very chic

And they smelled good, too

Yes, they were darlings

Kittens, each one of them

Hustling back and forth past our table

Bound to bring in good tips, I thought

And then there was Nate himself

Tall, slim, good looking in his own cowboy duds

Nice boots and tight Levi’s that wound up those long, lean legs

A green and white cowman shirt (Christmassy)

Tonight he wore his curly locks pulled back

Into a corkscrew ponytail

And a black leather bandana covered his head

Beneath his fine western hat

He had that boyish smile on his face

As he approached our table

Greeting us in the most friendly and familiar way

“We came back,” I chirped

“I’ve been expecting you,” Nate said

Grinning and showing us his perfect teeth

“We love your food,” I gushed

He was gracious and darling

Just like the cowgirl waitresses

Our dinner was served

Nate and the cowgals checked on us

Making sure that our dining was a pleasure

“Oh we love our dinner,” I assured them

When they had gone I asked my husband

If anyone had noticed the stain on the front of my shirt

“Probably,” is what he said

Of course dessert was ordered

Sizzling bread pudding with caramel sauce and two spoons

We waited for a time, and wondered about the delay

But smiled as Nate personally delivered

The blazing dessert

“We ran out of the sauce,” he admitted

“I was back there whipping up more,”

Then he left us to our death defying dessert

And was it ever good…

”This sauce is fabulous,” I told Nate

When he stopped by our table once more

He stood towering over us and smiling

While I looked up at him

With a toothy grin

My husband observed from where he sat sniggering

“What is so funny?” I asked

“That big glob of dessert on the front of your shirt,”

Is what he said to me

I blushed, embarrassed

As the charming cowgirl brought the bill

And the coughing started, uninvited

It choked me

Left me gasping

As nearby diners glanced our way

I gulped for breath

And wet my pants

As the good-looking cowboy

And the delightful cowgirls

Looked on

Reviews

[Zachary_James]

Loved this Christy, as always! You have such a creative mind, i always love reading your writing. Great as Always, your Firend Zach.