I put the
coke bottle
under the cap
opener on the antique
cooler, popped the top while
she put water in the radiator in
some hick Arizona town the truck
drivers pull their rigs into for the night
and drink draft beer at the bar,

"full tank of gas,
let's go to Bisbee, hon,"
I said,

"what the f*** is
in Busy Bee? We're
goin' to Bullhead City,"

she was
in her usual
chili corndog and
slot machine mood,
drunk on Tequila and
Mad Dog 20/20,

"cowgirl, you
just miss it all--I
hit a homerun and
you miss it, your tits
are saggin' in the drought,"
Her breasts hung low in her
white tank top and I hardly ever
saw her hard nipples anymore,
passion passed out on the Interstate,
we drove to every casino town on the map,
she f***ed the slots and they f***ed her back,

she opened the
trunk of the Thunderbird
convertible, I thought she was
getting a grease rag, but it was
my bag, she tossed it at me, said
she was going alone, "I got a date with
Sevens, we're gettin' old girlfriend,"

my tears
blurred the
license plate,
I looked down at 
it one last time vanity
plate, "Hot Slot" I watched
her drive away leaving me in
the dust, but what she didn't know,
I took her wallet the night before so
she didn't spend it all, it would hit her
about the time she sat down at the casino
stool and reached for a drink tip dollar,

trucker laid
on the air horn,
the prettiest lavender
rig with black and blue flames
pulled off the Interstate into the fuel
bay, she climbed out, white tank top, her
nipples hard and hungry, she tossed me a
smile, I smiled back,  'You goin' to Bisbee?" I
asked,

"I might be. You?"

"I might be," I winked.

"Pussy?"

"Yea,"

"Climb in, cowgirl," she said,

"We got down
the road a bit, the
'66 Thunderbird convertible
sitting at the side of the road
with a flat tire, girlfriend with her
thumb out,

"Can you pull
over and let me out?"
I asked. "I know that's a
lot of gears to downshift,
but could you do it?"

"You going
to change her
tire?" she asked,
laying on the air horn.

"No, I'll call
roadside assistance
for a tow, can you wait
for me?"

"Sure, cowgirl,
who would leave
you?"

I climbed
out of the rig,
black and blue
flames, "We're going
to Bisbee, buffalo and
flea markets, Indian blankets
and geodes,"

"Yea." She grabbed
her bag and climbed in
the rig,

"Before we
do get on down
the road to Bisbee,
take a long hard look
at this woman trucker's
tits," I said, running my palm
under the trucker's breasts, "and
then look at your own...Passion makes
all the difference in the world, nipples in Bisbee."

Copyright 12/28/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist