The Starlet

She is a big star down there in the gas station parking lot.

The headlights from the pickups,




rice burners,


they all shine on her as they creep past,

ever so slowly.

Bugs whirl above her in the bright light,

 as she dances,

 under the premium unleaded pump sign.

Tight fitting jeans,

black high-heeled silver toed cowgirl boots,
even if you don’t like it,

you still get your monies’ worth.


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One response to “The Starlet

  1. Thanks y’all. I’ll be checkin’ out all your blogs. Outlaw jhon, you know I’m a fan.

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