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 is a storyteller, writing from small town Arizona, after living a few decades in California as an LA Wild Child, with a brief stop in Reno. She settled into grownup life as a project manager, collecting an MBA and a few husbands along the way. She is a shown artist and her favorite pastime is upcycling old furniture and decor she finds from thrift stores. She lives with the cat who came to visit but stayed. The love of her life is her grown son who lives in Portland, Oregon. Her essays and poems have been published in RAW&UNFILTERED VOL I, StigmaFighters Vol 2, and Love Notes From Humanity. Her blogs have been featured on The Lithium Chronicles, Open Thought Vortex, Sudden Denouement, and The Mighty.

4 thoughts on “West Of The Deuce

  1. Susan P. BlevinsSusan P. Blevins Reply

    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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