Lisa's Pull

Pulled the Hill out of Cheyenne over Wind River’s rise,

            And Wyoming was sky, like a pretty girl’s eyes.

And I wondered aloud, by the Vedauvoo road

            How the blood ran so hot ‘neath a shoulder so cold.

But I drove on in solitude, save for my truck,

            Alone with my feelings and down on my luck.

 

Later on, at the truckstop, with my rig broken down,

            I was glad that the Wyoming stars were around;

For they are the best companions I know

            To a heartbroken trucker, so far from his home.

                                                           

 

2001, Laramie, WY,  by M.J. Brown.