First rays hit metal
From a mischievous sun
Soon wilting this Earth.
Trailer sits alone
Desert engulfs like the sea
Plays with a lifeboat.
Metal worn by sand
Isn't that art by God’s hand?
Van Gogh’s Rust Ugly.
Billy Bob startles!
He is already late
Will his boss be kind?
His instinctive moves,
Shuffling on coveralls
grabs his metal hat.
Trailer door buckles
Billy Bob charges forward
oilfield worker blues!
F150 rumbles
It wanted to sleep in too.
JoJo dreams dance.
JoJo pours coffee
From an endless metal urn.
Her crowd yammers MORE!
Someone touches her
Why is there always a perv?
Lust - OUCH - hot coffee!
Your burn will heal soon
But your friends will not forget.
Shame works for some folks!
Where is Billy Bob?
My man mountain is late.
Please LORD, keep him safe!
Exhaust swirls finally
Billy’s truck lunges forward
to a grueling day.
Billy’s boss barked
Don’t let it happen again
At least for this week.
JoJo sensed relief
Just glad Billy missed breakfast
for the pervert’s sake!
Grill closes at Three
The Bar opened for drunks.
to wash away dreams.
JoJo the waitress
Becomes JoJo the head shrink
Sympathy per drink.
Billy Bob races home
After a tough day at work
his big night awaits!
Shower water brown
Billy sighs it isn’t clear
Like magic it turns.
The laundry is full
Billy Bob’s closet is bare
Are there less dirty?
Flannel in August
Levis flapped to lose dirt.
Love Conquers all dirt.
Meanwhile JoJo gasps
perv walks in wanting a glass.
Her bar is empty.
Forgiveness fails
He demands satisfaction
JoJo plays coy
Perv reveals his lust
JoJo plays off his advance
Now He makes his move
Door light disappears.
Man mountain Billy appears!
Swift justice arrives!
Perv flies like bird
Gravel greets perv roughly
Darkness hides his flight.
JoJo kisses him
Her world has become right!
Billy blushes red.
Bar is now closed.
Their Happy Hour begins
A preacher awaits!
William Robert Nil
Josephine Joan Aires
Are now married!
Trailer rocks gently
Coyote music tonight
God approved union!
About the Creator
JAMES PAGE
The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts. You have the power over your mind - not outside events. The happiness of your life depends on the quality of your thoughts.
— Marcus Aurelis
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