Western Motel

Western Motel
---- Big Frank Dickinson

Western space almost rivals this
Central woman whose maroon
Dress brings to mind the riders of
The purple sage that cannot be seen
On the dark mountains behind her.
The room for now encloses those
Distances and in here it is the bed
That stretches out offering the
Bold upright blonde whose gaze
Is as long and direct as the hood
Of the car that is parked outside
Waiting to take her to the next
Temporary lodging where she
Just may unpack those bags.