Laughter cracks like frozen glass, Two cowboys lost on winter's edge. The wheel spins through empty miles, Their joy, a brittle echo. Red coats, stained with yesterdays, Hats crooked like fading crowns. They drive—toward nothing, Chasing warmth the sun forgot. And when the road turns white, They’ll howl at a sky long silent. Fools in the cold, Heroes of a joke no one told.