These Thumbs were made for Walkin

"Even cowgirls get the blues."
And my tears have mapped muddy trails on dusty cheeks..
As misery and weeks turned years..

But i was given the gift of destination..
Thumbs that were made big and supple..
They twirl and glide through the air
A hitch hikers ballet..
They dance my way down the highway
And beyond my birthright of a claptrap
Dump and men that touch parts
But never my heart...

So I giddy up on down the road..
In random cars with random men
All hornytoads and reach..
But i decline to feel their touch
They leave no moss on my rolling stone..
Eyes glaze and nothing but my thoughts move...
Let them feel
Their touch ain real...
As long as i roll on from that place that was never a home..

I exit another salesmens stationwagon
And boots land in a dusty cloud on a ghost town's
Main street

Old lady, her years and grace etched by
The labyrinth of wrinkles on her smiling
Face..
She holds indian summer in her lap
Like a cat...

A Ranch Miss...I am looking for a ranch?
And before i go on she points south..
Says honey you just go on now..
Dem gals is sumthin else..
A bunch of lesbians! Ha!
Wish they'd been there when i was much younger than now...
And laughs again
I kiss her right smack on her grin..
And as i start to walk away
She looks with tears in smiling eyes
And waves..
Then goes back to indian summer
Petting it soft
Hoping in it's contentment purrr it just might
Decide
To stay...

I tread on...
Down my road to this dusty femme paradise
And reach rusty gates and a plump lil cowgal...
Brown skinned in cowboy boots
A tank top that valliently fought to hold in
Two of the fullest most succulent titties..
I had ever had the pleasure to descry..
That tank should have gotten a medal..
As well her beat up denim shorts
That held tight an ass
Just busting full of swing and shake..


And after our pleasantry exchange and warm, i smile, very warm hug tight against her two girls that i would think about later that night..
I was taken in to their fold of wild women and their range...

Bonanza Jellybean was her name..
And late that night
She crept into my bed, told me she'd like a gander at my spectacular thumbs
She stroked their length as i told her
How they took me away..
And she said...took me to her...
We made love with our cowboy boots on...

I stayed a good while..
But would never be the kind to stay forever..
I held Bonanza tight as i gave her the news..
She cried
And i cried too...
I tenderly wiped her muddy trail tears away..said..I love you tight as that denim holds your sweet ass doll...
I promise these thumbs will hitch me back to you...
But you cannot escape the fact that
"Even Cowgirls get the blues."

Even Cowgirls get the Blues
Tom Robbins...for the comp
..I like big books...