Austin

I departed the plane in the chill of night
Only to be greeted by warmth and nice
For one can tell the culture by those they meet off the flight

I walked down the road facing a sharp wind
Only to be aroused by the sweat smell of BBQ tamarind
For one can tell the culture by the food made from the kin

I drank in the bars with heavy beer in hand
Only to be entertained by the melody of the bands
For one can tell the culture by late nights in the decadent land

I smiled at the the ladies as they walked on by
Only to be acknowledged by open and inquisitive eyes
For one can tell the culture simply by the reaction to a simple hi

And the women wear black jeans and cowboy boots. Hoowee.