An Hour Out of Rock Springs

Thinking across Wyoming
nearly-new company truck
the lady I left in Denver
last time we fucked,
Night before I left her
right there on her floor
and the way I kissed her
heading out the door,

I know it’s probably over
never meant to last
she wasn’t the first
and won’t be the last,
Guess I’m a short time lover
perhaps I just get bored
the nature of my business
accelerator floored,

Up this hill, I-80
towing a heavy trailer
she said when we met
she knew that I would fail her,
Knew that we’d be lovers
but not for very long
said she knew the rhythm
knew the words of that song,

Pull to the side of the Interstate
deserted scenic view
a waitress I know in Rock Spring
perhaps she’d like to screw,
Spend an hour, an evening
get Denver off my mind
not remotely fair to either
perhaps I’m just that kind,

Unbutton my Levi’s
pull my penis out and pee
on the dusty desert
what do they see in me?
A rambler and a rounder
overeducated, for sure
shake my penis in the breeze
with a nice erotic stir,

Back in the truck, I’m rolling
eighty m-p-h
thinking of both women
that same mental cage,
Caught between my wishes
and my primal thirst
an hour out of Rock Springs
like a dam about to burst,