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.


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