Hard Scrabble Bubble Gum
Her face was hard
and it had marks on it
and she was smoking her cigarette
when I walked in
to use the John;
she yelled out at me
''You, going up to the casinos
'are ya? '
I said 'Yes
have to use the john.'
'You probably rich,
buy me a drink why don't ya? '
I said 'sure, when I come back'
I came back to stand up
cowboy style
along side her
at the bar
and she started talking to me
like I was her best friend.
'These gents in here don't
don't appreciate a lady
like your self
and they sure as hell
don't by drinks.'
Her voice was hard
as below-the-seat bubble-gum
with a hard scrabble tone
above a hacking cough.
'I was married once
but he couldn't handle the ride;
needed me a real man
and he got all upset-
started to hit me.
It was plain to see he wasn't right
in the head;
wanted all the time to be lovey dovey after.
Hell a man
I always say
have to be 6 feet tall
to take a ride on me.
He wasn't
and ran off with the carnival
that come through town.
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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