Buckhorny Bar

Buckhorn Bar, Augusta MT
passing time, she’s looking at me
Deb’s long hair, strawberry blonde
a color of which I’m extremely fond,
We are drinking, dancing and such
with the pilot, whose name is Butch
three of us, this job together
skunked today by shitty weather,

First made love back in Boulder
as the weather was getting colder
she had a place just off Baseline
everything worked out just fine,
After work we went for a drink
when Deb said: what do you think?
both thinking along the same line
and it all worked out just fine,

Now we’re here, west of Great Falls
working hard, balls to the walls
trying to get this job completed
one week of good weather needed,
But today we’re down, drinking at 2:00
Deb say I know, what we should do
back in my room, bare back to the wall
she’s fairly short and I’m pretty tall,

Wraps her legs aground my waist
positions herself, no time to waste
Montana Wednesday Zero-day
no work today, so we play,
She gives a shout, a shriek of joy
riding up and down my toy
feel the pleasure of her weight
the thrill when I ejaculate,

Do it again on the bed
Deb then sucks on the head
of my penis dropping some
wishing for a bottle of Rum,
Back at the bar, Butch is there
some woman with raven hair
with two beers, they’re out the door
we return to the dance floor,

Enjoy this lovely afternoon
dancing to some country tune
relive the tingle on our skin
wondering when we will again,
Next day weather bright and sunny
back to work, slightly funny
two-sides of that coin we toss
a rolling stone without green moss,