Best Girls

Friday.

Later at the Coolgardie.

There are seven men scattered unevenly, in cotton drill blue greyed with grime. The smell of sweat is intense; the nose flares for the organic, sweat, beer, female skin, twitches brought up in sharp disgust at the chemical stench of fresh paint off the walls. 

There are two barmaids, younger than me, tho the depth of the furrows of their faces, like plowed fields, reveal many more decades hard lived. Aware of their sullen efficiency and tense, bored disdain, and the cultural chasm I will not traverse, I wonder if it's them will be getting their gear off later. 

Skimpies Tonight 7pm 

Perth's Best Girls.

edited Jan2026