Here's one I wrote while sitting out at the open mic my town holds every Saturday in nice weather. Nearly every line refers to someone who was there at the time, including my dogs, so you won't recognize them.

I saw Joseph talking to Jesus
Down on Market Street last night
DJ was there a-running things
While Saint Stephen lit his pipe
Mike was miking at the mic
Making sound that sounds quite right
Heartbeats drumming at the sight
Of beauty walking like the night
Stetson hats are shading faces
In the amber glow of the old street light

The cowboy on his laurels resting
After yodel-odel-odeling
With Iron waiting in the wing
With maybe one more song to sing
Girly Girl was looking on
With Bitty-bye protectoring
Twilit skies in a hundred eyes
Sparking and reflectoring
Ears say thanks for gifts you bring
While minds go transcendentalling