Wednesday, March 2, 2011


WRANGLERS – worn threadbare at the butt and pocket, frayed about the back of the cuffs. Justins – mud or crap caked in the welt between the sole and the upper. Dusty chambray – partly tucked in and deeply stained at the armpits. Stetson split neatly through the crown.

The rider cantered into the saloon, looked for a chair, found only a stool, took a second look around, then climbed atop, leaning on an elbow – longing for a more comfortable repose.

Requesting a 14-year-old Oban, which presently arrived “neat,” he reflected on his fifteen hours since daybreak, and wished this roadhouse favored jazz.

© 2011
Church of the Open Road Press

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