not any more

In a sleazy truck stop

on the outskirts of Atlanta

I met a wild child

took her over to the nearest bar

played a few tunes with the local band

told her a fake name

for she was only a one night stand.

Before I get to far into this

I should explain

getting lucky is an art

first you dispose of the heart

after that it’s no big deal

except for feeling like a heel

come daylight.

Anyhoots, back to meeting a wild child

going to a dump bar

as she whispered about having a car

being a waitress and alone

and I hung on every word

not to mention her waist.

In a sleazy run down motel

we started a fire

because in our wild actions

a candle fell on the floor

and so

not any more..