in her vintage Mercedes Benz,
something
she won
in the divorce settlement.
the valet opened
her door
and took her keys.
she was wearing a cowboy
hat,
and pearls.
and a fluffy white dress.
yellow
boots of Spanish leather.
we walked
into the steak house together
where she
ordered a martini.
her go to place for online dates.
she then asked me if i was going
to cowboy up
and buy her
a 32 ounce rib eye steak
with all
the trimmings.
the specialty
that week.
i told her no, i'm not a cowboy.
and besides
the kitchen
is closed.
the bartender nodded, true,
that's true, missy,
and winked at me.
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