Crossed Cow Girl

My wig is a little tight dammit

I blow a blonde curl out of my eyes in irritation

My fingers fuss with the hairpins a little more

Now it feels better

Felt like I was getting a headache already

Too early for that

Plenty of time for that later

After the cigarette smoke infuses my hair

I spill a few drinks on my outfit

Or someone else does

If I’m lucky

The lipstick rolls on smooth

Shiny like cherry candy

Lips smack

I tidy up with a little tissue

Almost

Perfect

When I was born

My family lived on Buckingham Street

Little cookie cutter Prairie homes

Mostly the same

Except for little additions from new owners

A garage here

A porch there

Oh! And a special window set over there

So very differentiated

In that little house

I had my first dog

A Great Dane called Gretchen

Gotten when I was a newborn

Because Gretchen’s mom had bitten mine

My mom that is

So naturally

A puppy from the biting mom dog made sense

To smooth things over

Don’t look a me

I’m sure it made sense at the time

I smile at myself in the mirror

I adjust my bust

Evening it out a bit

I look rather ravishing if I do say so

I look at my lines one more time

Almost time to go on

I’m singing a show tune

Which is, I know, a little cliché

But that’s how they happen

By being a little bit true

Cross dressing night at the Rowdy Cowboy

It’s my favorite night of the month

I put on my best dress

Make myself up nice

Sing a few songs

And ride the mechanical bull

Try to pick up a cowboy or two

“And now, on Rowdy Cowboy’s stage…..

Gretchen Buckingham!!”

Oops, gotta go

That’s my cue!