There’s a day that lingers in my mind <br />and I can still taste the gritty dust <br />blowing hot on a summer day <br /> <br />I had stopped for gas at a truck stop, <br />nowhere important, <br />just going from here to there <br />but there he was <br />by the side of the road <br />and walking toward me <br />in run down leather boots <br />the wind in his hair <br />the sun on his face <br />and squinting through ice blue eyes <br /> <br />When he caught me staring <br />he touched a finger to the hat <br />cocked slightly to one side <br />and threw me a wink <br />and then a crooked smile <br /> <br />He was tall <br />the long legs <br />propelling him in bowed strides <br />that reinvented the swaggery strut <br />and as he passed by <br />my eyes were drawn to the tight jeans <br />and the perfect ass that filled them <br /> <br />He wasn’t Marlboro Man handsome <br />but rugged and muscular <br />and perfectly packaged in a plaid shirt <br />with little pearl snaps <br />and rolled up sleeves <br /> <br />my emotions ran high <br />and I’ll never forget that day <br />by the side of the road <br />when I fell in lust <br />with a stranger I never met, <br />someone just passing through<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-passing-through/
