A Jewish Cowgirl

Riding the plains of nightclubs and bars,
Wearing beer stains, teardrops and scars,
A special kind of lady in her own western world,
With a mind a little crazy, a Jewish Cowgirl.

When she walks in a room heads naturally turn,
Her smile breaks the ice, makes men's hearts yearn.
Her laugh is contagious, her giggles divine,
Personality outrageous with tequilla and wine.

Wherever she sits she attracts an audience,
She captivates attention with beauty and radiance.
Her mere presence has a way of making younger men stutter,
Her sincere tenderness makes their hearts melt like butter.

She wears tight fitting jeans and a black leather vest,
Eyes can't help but be drawn to her non-lacking chest.
A well curved body, not too lean or fat,
A tattoo not too gaudy, a horse on her back.

She attracts attention with warm smiling eyes,
Exacts her redemption with beguiling reprise.
Gentile women see through her disguise,
Her subtle innuendos and innocent lies.

She handles her suitors in a way that's just right,
Rejects social Tudors without argument or fight.
Her image is photographed in male minds she knows,
Her exits are choreographed wherever she goes.

As she rides off into her moonlit sunsets,
She counts her blessings, discounts regrets,
Each night's an experiment, an adventure unfurled,
A brand new experience for a Jewish Cowgirl.




Copyright © January 2010
Kevin Mooney

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