West Of The Deuce

I saw you in the casino bar
looking so fine
in those skin tight 509s
and your Tony Lama boots
Oh you looked so good
I can’t believe you walked over to me
The town was Show Low
named for a poker hand
way up in the White Mountains
of wild western Arizona
how very ironic
we met in a poker room
at the Dancing Eagle
I saw your hand
and knew
I wanted just you
You said,
come meet me
West of the Deuce
West of the Deuce of Clubs Boulevard
I can’t believe I did
A night I won’t soon forget
I can’t even remember your name
The next morning as
I made the walk of shame
past Tony’s Guns and Ammo
and Lone Horse Bar & Grill
I left a little bit
of my heart right there
in your tight 509s
and Tony Lamas
just West of the Deuce.

Photo Credit: jabagosus Flickr via Compfight cc

Dori Owen

Dori Owen blogs on ArizonaGirlDiary.tumblr.com, is a columnist on FeminineCollective.com, a contributor/editor for The Lithium Chronicles, created the Facebook page Diary of an Arizona Girl, is an author on AskABipolar, was featured in the books FeminineCollective RAW&UNFILTERED VOL I and StigmaFighters Vol II, and is a zealous tweeter as @doriowen. She's a former LA wild child who settled into grownup life as a project manager, collecting an MBA and a few husbands along the way. Dori spent her adult years in Southern California, with a brief stay in Reno, and has now returned to where she ran away from in Arizona. She is a shown artist, writer, and her favorite pastime is upcycling old furniture she finds from thrift stores. She lives with her beloved rescued terrier, Olivia Twist, and the cat who came to visit but stayed. The love of her life is her grown son in Portland, Oregon who very much resents being introduced after her pets. But she she does love him the most.

  1. Susan P. Blevins

    Love this Dori! The picture you paint, the feelings you evoke, and the perfect language to express it all! Terrific writing! xo

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