DANCE HALL GIRLS
From a hard days work they come to town,
Out on the range, from their farms, from the saddle.
For a drink, a card game, or something to eat,
They come to let off steam, music and dance hall girls, on this night in the heat.
In dresses with smiles it is their job too entertain,
A drink with a cowboy, a fantasy for he.
They drink and they gamble, dance with the girls,
Hoping too spend a night not alone.
Dance hall girls in an old western town,
Men come from all over for the scent of perfume and a smile.
Keith Garrett
Very nice poem, thank you for posting it.
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Very nice poem here, please give it a moment of your time.