It wasn’t the first snow
But it was bigger than the others
And enough for me to want
A warm room and a few beers
To ride it out rather than
It riding me off some deserted
New Mexico ditch.
The lights were on in the cantina
And outside were a couple of
Road slushed pickups that still steamed
When the heavy wet hit the hood,
So I figured it would do
For the few cold ones and that later
I’d go back to the mud flat motel
I saw on the way in and find a warm
Or at least tepid, room.
I shouldn’t have been surprised
To see Jake sitting there
A smile on his face as he flirted
With the waitress wearing
A low cut sweater.
She was Jake’s type.
Meaning she was a woman
With a wave of his hand
He motioned me over,
Whispered something in the waitress’s ear
And slapped her behind as she walked off.
I sat across from him with neither of us
Offering more than a “how you been?”
His eyes were older than I remembered,
And his smile a little more forced,
When he finally asked,” Seen Her?”
I shook my head no and sipped on the beer
The waitress had brought to the table
Without my asking.
‘Well,” he said,” it is the holiays.”
“You know she hates them.”
I listened not sure where he was heading.
But curious now not because of her
But because I had never seen him
Quite this way before.
“I talked to her a couple weeks ago.”
“she mentioned you and asked if ever saw you.”
He paused here and sipped on his beer
Looking off towards to window
As if half expecting a ghost to appear
In the swirl of snow outside.
“Well, if you talk to her again,”
I said, “tell her I still don’t dance.”
Jake chuckled as he tipped his beer
And I grinned in spite of myself.
“What time this joint close?”
I asked, thinking I should make sure
I got that room before it was too late
And I ended up sleeping in the cab
Of my old truck.
“Well, seeing as how I own it, guess it doesn’t have to.”
He replied with a grin.
“Tomorrows Thanksgiving you know,”
“why not hold over here with me?”
“We’ll get Juanita here to cook us up something Mex,
drink a few beers and catch up.”
I thanked him for the offer
But lied and told him I had to be in Arizona
Come tomorrow noon.
“Maybe next year.”
[This message has been edited by Cpat Hair (11-27-2002 02:14 PM).]