I met this woman once
In a bar in Spokane
I told her I was a runaway monk
A long story about taking a sabbatical
From seminary school
To hitchhike around the country
It was a safe cover as any
She took me home
Sometime around noon she rolled over
Sized me up from under her flop of
Blonde hair
She sighed
“I should have gone to work…”
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