Love Poem: The Bomber and the Bombshell
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Written by: Andy Ellsworth

The Bomber and the Bombshell

She broke down 
Like a Ford in a storm 
Anything to garner a reaction 
Who could resist that pretty little red dress, 
Soaked, and covered in oil? 
Not anyone I knew, 
And I knew myself well. 
I slowed to a lame dog's pace 
to get a better look 
As she pulled a rusty iron 
From a burlap bag in the boot.
She very well coulda been 
Holding a Bible 
She looked so sorry. 

I changed in a phone booth 
Quick like the wind to her back 
And flew in on my red n' blues. 
A bomber makes a fine umbrella 
For a roadside Stella. 
And, by starlight she watched 
An artist in his element. 
She did her best to shield me 
With our leather lean-to 
As my hands made 
Their way under the skirt 
Of the broke lady; 
Handled with a delicate firmness 
Only experience can bestow.
I knew what I was doing. 

Graciousness was God's gift 
To her it seemed, 
As she lit a cigarette to 
Spite the rain 
And pressed it to my lips; 
my hands were spoken for. 
A look and a smile 
Was all I could muster as 
The deluge made quiet 
The victorious purr 
The old beast let out in relief. 
"Thanks" with a kiss to my cheek 
Was the moment I knew. 
She scurried off to slam the door 
Before I realized she was gone. 
I was gonna miss that jacket.