Far away from, or not even sure where, my home is ~ early 1990s
All those hours of looking at the road
thoughts get bigger, thoughts get smaller.
Music on, music off. Another hotel bar,
same bartender as last night, sisters of a kind, smart, sexy, unavailable.
One had a fish tattoo, the other had a raven.
Waddya know? she asks,
Trying to figure it all out just like you I say.
She buys me a drink, Sambuca.
Last night a Glenfiddich. Free drinks
flow my way, but I tip big.
Some things, but not all, even out.
Back in my room, same as last night
except this one has two beds.
The ice machine is broken so I go
back to the bar.
Have another one she says,
so I do, then she gives me a bag of ice.
What came over me that I
behaved so well and
didn’t ask her back for a glass?
Painfully shy, as usual.
Up early, Colorado behind me by sunrise.
Cold on the divide. Cold cold.
Haul it to Flagstaff~
Quiet bar but a band is setting up.
Chili relleño and an icy mug of beer.
You got a sister in Golden?
No why?
Met a girl there who looks like you.
Lucky kid she says and
buys me a drink.
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