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cowboy coffee

wind is coming in

sun is just showing

horses are watered

fire is glowing

 

movement is starting

the camp is awake

cookie is working

there's breakfast to make

 

no fancy croissants

or drinks laced with toffee

this is good solid food

and strong cowboy coffee

 

it gets it's job done

it ain't always so nice

later on in the day

it gets served by the slice

 

mud, java, joe

it's got lots of names

and at each cowboy camp

it still tastes the same

 

grounds at the bottom

thick as coal tar

without cowboy coffee

you will not go far

 

eggs, beans and bacon

and bread texas thick

to wipe up what's left

and get every lick

 

here out on the trail

you won't find any toffee

we eat solid grub

and we drink cowboy coffee

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Written by
roger-turner
Canadian
Published
Apr 27, 2015
Lines·Words
32·136
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#coffee#eggs#breakfast#cowboy#cookie#bacon#trail#texas#grub#toffee
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