Cow Girl
Called Mother Trucker
by Sam Dave and Joe
just named Cow Girl
by the gals
I climb in my rig put on
Diana Krawl jazz out
into the winter solstice night
The DC Beltway orbits
I stop at Mel's neon OPEN Diner
snazzy silver like a train car
Rosie Jane slaps me on the back
says hi Cow Girl
pours black steam into a white cup
already the steak and eggs on the grill
the paisley curtains smoke stained
Sam canters in
smiles his come to me baby grin
He still
likes Ravi Shankar
sports his graying hair in a pony tail and
smokes weed when laid over for a spell
Rosie Jane takes a key off the rack
Mother Trucker he whispers
I giggle at his nakedness except for
Stetson and snakeskin boots
wonder who's the serpent
and where's the apple
Ryfkah 1/5/03
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