THE LAST SQUARE DANCE
The square dance at Shamrock was an affair of the heart.
Doomed to desertion.
Now creaking doors and blowing sand
sing country western at the Shamrock Club.
One last square dance for Carl.
When I first met Carl he was a different breed
a quarter-man
where a thoroughbred had been.
He said he punched a few cows as a boy
on a painted pony in Wyoming.
About fifty years as the crow flies
from the Shamrock Club.
But Carl died a western hero
among the towns square dance people.
One last square dance for Carl.
The Shamrock died when you did Carl
and the music you played
and the square dance.
It was just a country music affair.
Doomed to desertion.
Now weeping eyes and breaking hearts
sing the blues at the Shamrock Club.
“Carl Cody Held Over Due To Popular Demand”
The marquis is solid, etched in stone
with Carl’s name beneath the lights
and Carl’s golden voice and singing guitar
beneath the square dance.
One last square dance for Carl.
Copyright © 1980 by Roger Patrick Ewing, all rights reserved.
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