Westbound on I-40

What I wanted was cheering up
but said I was looking for somebody
to share a beer and some laughs and the thought
of heated bodies at the drive-in movie
seemed like a good way to keep away the blues
so I went with this guy, a friend of a friend
whose name I can’t remember.

Cans from the six-pack we drank rattled
on the floorboards of the pick-up
the dust on the dash showed my bare footprints
when he decided to move faster than I wanted
and he tore my best slacks.

I wanted cheering up, but he wanted sex
so that’s why they call it date rape
and a good way to get there is chasing the blues
at a drive-in west of town on I-40.

©2006, Janet Taliaferro

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