Nashvegas Sonnet

My ass is fatter than it’s ever been
Walking in these boots that were made for it;
Rhinestone pink stars twinkle on my tits,
I don a hat of straw with lips that bend.

This fifteen dollar Coke and Bacardi
Makes me move like Zumba and pilates,
Twerk to nostalgic tunes, tonic with gin. 

I’m taking the night, the maids and the brides,
The bar’s rolling lights, the drunk human tide: 
Broadway crowds, in kissing distance of sin.

Heady booze, I’m spinning like a pantoum:
Hot chicken dinner slicks the pavement, moist
Noise leaks from Luke’s, a hunky cowboy’s voice:
We’re all outlaws, lonesome in this saloon.