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The Bomber and the Bombshell
She broke down Like a Ford in a storm Anything to garner a reaction Who could resist that pretty little red dress, Soaked, and covered in oil? Not anyone I knew, And I knew myself well. I slowed to a lame dog's pace to get a better look As she pulled a rusty iron From a burlap bag in the boot. She very well coulda been Holding a Bible She looked so sorry. I changed in a phone booth Quick like the wind to her back And flew in on my red n' blues. A bomber makes a fine umbrella For a roadside Stella. And, by starlight she watched An artist in his element. She did her best to shield me With our leather lean-to As my hands made Their way under the skirt Of the broke lady; Handled with a delicate firmness Only experience can bestow. I knew what I was doing. Graciousness was God's gift To her it seemed, As she lit a cigarette to Spite the rain And pressed it to my lips; my hands were spoken for. A look and a smile Was all I could muster as The deluge made quiet The victorious purr The old beast let out in relief. "Thanks" with a kiss to my cheek Was the moment I knew. She scurried off to slam the door Before I realized she was gone. I was gonna miss that jacket.
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