TWO OLD LADIES IN A YELLOW TRANS-AM CONVERTIBLE
Two old ladies in a yellow Trans-Am convertible;
painted flames rippling over the hood;
they wear their glasses on strings,
their Gucci luggage heaped in the back seat.
Two old ladies in a yellow Trans-Am convertible;
tight perms like helmets in the sun,
glinting blue, and unruffled by the wind
as they burn rubber and giggle at stoplights.
Two old ladies in a yellow Trans-Am convertible;
their years are running out, but not
the laughter, and the future is always possible.