the pony bar and grill and backyard bedroom
It was a 1964 and a half poppy red Mustang
the 3rd one sold off the lot in Laramie Wyoming.
We called it the pony bar and grill and backyard bedroom
it took us to Denver and Jan and Dean
New Orleans and Mardi Gras
it took us all over Nebraska
Arapaho Blue Hill the Sandhills rodeo
Scottsbluff and Sidney
the archery range at night the North Platte
and all the gravel roads, probably still littered
with our Rum and Coke bottles.
They set up a road block once
cause’ we cut donuts in this farmer’s yard
we out ran them
almost
they were mad as hell but they let us go
we were college kids.
It took us back to the college
where we sang America the Beautiful
while our Friday night steaks were being charcobroiled
and everyone laughed at us.
We were cool.
Then I went off to crew in the Gulf of Tonkin Yacht Club
my girlfriend wrote that I wasn’t cool
when I came home
my Dad had sold
the pony bar and grill and back yard bedroom.
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