Off the Draw

There was an insistent young man in the bar the other night. The waitress would have none of him, but he wasn’t taking the hint.

Off the Draw

She wears her hips slung low
like a cowboy’s holsters,
all swing and swagger,
and ample warning too,
that she six-shoots to kill,
shoots straight from those low hips,
so touch your hat, young gun,
and mind your wagging tongue:
you won’t beat her off the draw.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: