a John Deere

i found a trophy woman on the open road
she came completely all the way from North Dakota
driving a shiny green tractor with an inside load
she never seemed to do exactly what she was showed
she tossed Canadian pennies at people drinking at my bar
wearing her blue dress with a high fur-lined collar
she raised her arms to heaven and pointed at a fading star
it didn't seem to matter to her how near or how far
she said she was pampered and had a bone of contention
i said she felt cold like a hard winter on the prairie
she said that was never her intention
her berating kisses finally grabbing my attention
i found a shiny black leather whip in my dominant hand
remembering i was overprotected by my mother
she said i could play cowboy and she'd understand
we found a universe in crazy no-man's land
where i repainted her dress in bright colors mostly red
she was not comfortable on my checkered carpet
but when we tried for sentimentality, we both bled
a wound was found mostly inside our head
there was no going back from the things that were said.