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Taylor Graham |
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RODEO QUEEN Just bad luck to end up in steel braces like you used to wear on your teeth, that winning smile. The neighbor boy's writing an achy-breaky song about you in those lavender buck- skins with the rhinestone fringe on a rearing palomino some other cowgirl's riding now, and you in your chair smiling like you could just stand up when the music starts. Oh, you do the talk- show circuits, you've got a book written by a ghost, and now they're talking movie rights. Who's that actress going to play you? you know, the blonde with the jackpot smile and two good legs that can walk. OPEN 24 Across from the gas station in an upstairs room someone's having a pizza party, beer-barrel honky-tonk & polka and all the foamed-up laughter. The other side of the gas station somebody's rapping at a closed back door where blues are busting out from inside much too loud to answer. Behind the gas station the moon gets set to rise, all silver-brocade and cavalier, and silent as a world. And on the corner the gas pumps sit under their neon canopy dreaming of oil. |