RIP Merle!

OUTSIDE THE SOUNDPONY

A barkeep poked his head out the door

glancing up the sidewalk
in the direction of Cain’s Ballroom. 
He saw what must have been an odd sight.   
Some idiot standing in his socks,
taking pictures of his cowboy boots
sitting on Merle Haggard’s sidewalk star. 
He then looked at me,
the idiot,
and down at his pair of boots
saying,
all these years I never thought of that.
 

 (similar version published in Flint Hills Review)