Travis Mcgee Writes His Poem Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Because she was more outwardly beautiful than
Me,
I got cold when we fixed cars; or I pretended to
When alone,
Which was always the case
And she went mudding with relations who first
Came to water ski on her lake;
And all the time my mother had a bad back;
It was her disks;
And I drank too much whiskey,
And I had to piss- Pertaining to that pain, I bought
A lot of sympathy,
And then it rained- I used someone else as my muse-
She tended bar in Gainesville,
Which was so very far away, and she didn’t care-
She slept all day,
And watched He-Man, and who she really loved, I couldn’t
Say:
Honestly, your honor, I don’t think she loved anyone,
But her dogs, but what does that prove?
I thought of her, and skipped school,
And lit off fireworks above the sweet young alligators-
They refused to move;
And then class was over, and we graduated-
Far away, in Colorado, the Rocky Mountains were saturated,
And marked by the foot-prints of my love,
Another girl: Irish? Catholic? A sommelier? She was already
Married,
And so I disbanded to Florida to become a cavalier detective
In a novel by John D. McDonald.