In eastern Montana
In haphazard manner
I pondered Miss Llew
I was real low on gas
And the prairies were vast
I’d be stranded, I knew.
Near the Dakota line
Shone a well-lighted sign:
“24-hour fuel”
I exited off
As the car gave a cough
The night started to cool.
I’d be driving all night
So I filled it up tight
And got ready to fly.
I had plenty of gas
So I thought of the lass
But I didn’t know why.
The crisis averted
My thoughts they reverted
To sweet Laura Llew
Although it was pleasing
I could find no reason
I hadn’t a clue.
I was back on the road’
In my usual mode
(a little bit blue)
But the Starbucks was rawkin’
The speakers were squawkin’
And my thoughts stayed on
Miss Laura Llew
