The Painted Lady
She pats her combed and curled up hair
painted lips twist into a sad smile.
Tucking her mama's hanky
between her powdered bosoms.
She thinks of Home
Lonely Cowpokes drift in from the badlands
gunslingers crowd around the bar.
Card sharks bluff and bluster at every table
playing till their money is gone
The hot night air thick with whiskey:
cigar smoke and danger
She gasps.. an excited shiver
trickling down her spine.
Stepping out onto the landing
she gathers her courage
she hurries to her admirer's side.
For a little hanky panky the drifter has traveled far
She will drink and dance the night away.
A sweetheart for his dime
The morning after.. Daylight
will shine on just a painted lady
sleeping sweetly;
dressed only in her angelic smile..
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