photo © 2013 Jennifer Wagner
Welcome to Rubbletown,
and thanks for leaving.
Don’t let the saloon doors
hit ya on the backside on yer way out.
Rope yerself a farmer’s daughter
cuz the sheriff here does all the ropin’
of the choicest stock.
He gets a cut down at
making fodder for Madame Maynard’s
That sheriff, he’s a mean cuss.
See them boots?
Silver-tipped and intricate all up the sides?
He dips ‘em in rattlesnake venom.
And he’ll kick ya ‘til yer skin splits
and rots, black as raven’s feathers.
He’s the devil alright.
And the devil deals in hearts.
That’s why I’ve sleeved
One day he’s gonna ask
the wrong "purty lil' thang"
© 2013 Jennifer Wagner
At dVerse we’re writing cowboy poetry. The Delmonico was a Hotel and Restaurant and suspicioned to have rooms leased to Madame Henrietta Maynard in Port Townsend, WA in the early 1900’s. I’ve based my fictionalized poem on accounts found in the “Bars & Bordellos” booklet from the Jefferson County Historical Society (pictured).