The first night
She was writing a song about guys
Who wear cowboy hats for shade
Our friend gave me my first cowboy
Hat after he returned the colt
To cowboy Mike
And before he went to Washington
State for graduate school
He got the chicken fried steak
And I got the cottage pie
With free Pendleton whiskey shots
And we paid for each others
Whiskey and waters
Jack Daniel’s not Evan Williams
Sometimes rum and coke
The blonde waitress bends over
The counter for free as well
The Butt sisters turn their backs
To you when you use the restroom
We are told to cling to the bar
If anything gets out of hand
The dancing
Always the dancing
The rose of the rodeo asks me to dance
I refuse her.
She calls me sweet heart
She calls me sweet heart again
She calls me sweet heart a third time
I tell her she doesn’t want a city boy
She says that she might like a soft fuck
I told her I didn’t care
This threw up a red flag
But lit her curiosity
She was a kind of vase
I didn’t want to break
Into my face
She looks
I offer her my chair.
Damn Pendleton!
Her love in my rug
Her love in the other corner of my rug
Her love in my bed
Her love in my face
My love in the toilet
My love in a rag
My love in the sheets
My love in her cheeks
My love in her face
She wanted me to propose
To her with a ring
Proposing didn’t seem sensible
“Touch me.”
She was covered with dirt:
This.
“I am so tired.”
Clouds in front of the sun
I know the sun is there
Although I can’t see it
“Do you have a blanket?”
her number
her guitar and voice
Her serving me that whiskey
Me driving across that country
