MIDNIGHT AT THE OASIS

dVerse Poetry Pub

Used to sometimes drop into
The Maverick Bar
just for the hell of it--
back in the day
it was the premier country-western 
spot in town for two steppers
and two timers lookin' to hook up.

One night as I was leavin' there
sitting in my car
these two drunk chicks
came stumbling out.
They were lookin' for a ride
and I would have obliged them
in one way or another.

One of them poked her head 
with all that teased blonde hair 
inside my open passenger side window
and got a bead on me,
sizing me up as best she could
for the state she was in (Arizona).

And then she said to her friend:
Why hell, Betty Sue...
he ain't even a COWBOY!

And as they tottered off in search
of a big Stetson hat
and whatever else might come 
along with that package 
I said to myself:

No, pardner...
you sure ain't no cowboy.

At least you got that goin' for ya.