cheers to the minor league siren
it was a sunday afternoon
and me and my gal sat at the bar
tipping pabst blue ribbons
while across the street
the crowd gathered into the stadium
for a doubleheader matinée
the flat screens hanging on the walls
aired most of the afternoon games
the sound muted by the country music
streaming from the jukebox
look my gal said pointing at one of the games
templeton is pitching for saint louis
i used to let him screw me you know
he played across the street
when he was just a baby she said
and i took him under my wing
and taught him a thing or two
yeah right i said
you’re dreaming again
holding two fingers up across the bar
my ass holds secrets you cannot imagine
she said and then lifted her glass
just above her still seductive eyes
waiting for me to do the same
march two thousand thirteen
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