We will make eye contact through the cigarette smoke sometime between Mamma Tried and I walk the Line. Something about the short shorts, save a horse, ride a cowboy t-shirt… and boots that will make you stand out. It will take awhile, a few more drinks, maybe a few more shots, but you will ask me to dance and at last call we will leave doing the Laverne and Shirley dance down the sidewalk and end up at your place. Without a bunch of small talk but with another shot of tequila we will have some hot shooting out the lights sex and pass out. I will wake up in the morning, head pounding, see the sheet twisted around your long leg, briefly study the curve in your back, and find my pants before I need to recall your name. I will leave boots in hand, ride the high lonesome back home and wonder if this is all there is.
Next Saturday Night (Six Sentences)