She had a kind face
and was well-proportioned
and carried herself well
and talked shit about the
right kinds of beer
(and that’s important
this day in age, to a
gentleman of such fine
repute)
and maybe you know her
like you thought you did
or maybe it’s just that
she’s America’s Sweetheart
living and breathing and
all, but that truck got
you up there once, by God,
and it’ll get you back
up there again, by God,
and maybe she’d like
an evening out and a
nice, cold beer or two