Hi Ryfka
I've seen you around but haven't commented on your poetry yet. I usually
like your poems but this one puzzled me. Are you refering to a certain
person or is it just a story? Anyway, I thought the ending was fun, although
you didn't give any reason for his nakedness and it was a bit surprising.
Kol Tuv
Tammara
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From: "Ryfkah *" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Monday, January 06, 2003 6:48 AM
Subject: Cow Girl
> 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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