bud has his eye on gladys.
she kills off the last of her
seven and seven and
shakes out a tareyton.
her lighter is all spark
and no flame.
bud sidles down the bar,
flips out his zippo.
gladys looks him up and down.
obviously a truck driver,
probably decent looking
a couple decades back,
not bad for midnight
at the pastime though.
bud now has a closer look
at gladys. her bouffant
is a little disheveled
and she's got lipstick
on her teeth. has a certain
feline air about her though
and he likes what he can
see in a gap where a button
has come loose on her blouse.
…..besides
there's no one else out here
in the tumbleweed and
sagebrush republic.
bud nods at the bartender
points to their empty glasses.
gladys squints at him, takes
a deep drag on her tareyton
and decides he'll do.
bud is already imagining
getting creative with gladys
in the sleeper of his semi.
invites her to check out his rig.
she considers and counters
with the suggestion that her trailer
is a lot warmer, and he won't
find any detours or roads
closed for repairs.
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