Out in the stifling heat just outside of Barstow

Where it as broiling hot even in the shadow

She smiled and gave me her notorious wink

Involuntarily becoming my muse I think

After I had thought my thoughts and some I should not

I realized it wasn’t a metaphor that she was too darn hot

It was really something watching her take a sip

From that long bottle neck as it started to drip

Quietly standing there as she slowly licked her lips

Her swaying summer dress hanging loosely on her hips

I had to stop staring after a good long while

But the thoughts I had left me with a good long smile

All from the image of her under that cool water tower

I think I may just need me an ice cold shower….