My Cowboy #1

In this black and white town,

I sit and watch the sunset on fire, with pinks and reds.

The only color.

In a place where the hero saves the day

and gets the girl,

where are you my John Grady?

I ache to hear your footsteps on the packed ground,

see your familiar silhouette puncture the fading light.

I crave to hear your rumbled voice in my ear.

I am not the star here.

I am just a extra,

doomed to wander in and out of the frame.

I blend into the crowd of cowering women,

there, in the corner,

who only step out, to pull another extra in.

We watch in a tizzy of total captivity and fear as you chase

the gun-slinging marauders into the painted background.

The crowd erupts into thunderous roars,

with mine rivaling the thunder itself.

The pinks and reds are fading now,

settling into night blue sky.

I stand

watching.

The breeze kicks up the movie set dust, obscuring my view.