You were on the morning plane and now
here too. In your tall jeans mostly walking
with swaying hips that still have not quite
forgotten his gait.
Our dreadlocked and tatted barkeep’s been divined
here just for these Missoula clans. Full of loud
bragging to Tall-Jeans and the rest of us of how
she surprises her home-diners and more genteel
over-night guests with the use of her pistols.
Her boots scuff from behind the bar in 4-day wrinkled
jeans. Pulling pints and chatting me up as if I
regularly squatted here just to watch her weave
Bloody Mary whirligigs for those with higher expectations.
My calendar returns me to the Rhino and Calamity Jane; still
throwing words and beer around just as Jeans and some
guy dismount their stools and glide away. Jane keeps
up the pace for me and a few grizzled drinkers
staring at the bar taps, frozen by their own personal Medusa.
A caterpillar’s lush life in the Rhino’s wooden
cocoon, where everyone waits on change
of some kind in
Big Sky Country.
You were on the plane and now here too tall
and mostly walking in your jeans with hips
that are still not done with him yet.
a dred-locked and tatted barkeep has been divined
here to the clans here in Missoula loud bragging to
tall Jeans and her friend how she surprises future
diners and genteel over-night guests with her guns.
Boots scuffing behind the bar in 4 day wrinkled jeans she pulls pints
and weaves Bloody Mary whirly-gigs for those with
higher expectations. She chats me as if I regularly sat here.
Me and November found Calamity Jane still throwing
words and beer at jeans and maybe the same guy
atop their stools performing for a few grizzled drinkers
staring at the bar taps frozen by their personal Medusa.
Caterpillar lush-life in the Rhino cocoon
as everyone waits on change of some kind
in Big Sky Country