In Irene’s Words.
Oh, quite a few years ago
me and Martha
we used to love taking the credit cards to
the rent a car and we’d
just drive and drive and drive
never going nowhere, just driving and looking
looking and driving.
We’d stop for lunch and maybe dinner cause
sometimes we’d be out that late.
My husband had been dead for a couple of years, and hers
well, she had a few men she called “husband” and she did say
she was sanctified and
I just really liked her company.
That’s when we felt our freedom when
the lady would take my card. I think she give us looks cause
here we were, a coupla gals in their seventies
with a joyride in their eyes,
not cause we were colored.
My husband would never have liked that
one bit
no. . . .
the joy riding part that is. . .
he was colored too,
you see?
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