A Friend, a Car, and a Saturday Night

Feeling kinda blue, I was
On that weekend night.
Come with me, I called to her
Let’s go see the sights.

Laying down the clump of keys
To my sturdy Olds-mo-bile.
I opted for my daughter’s car
And made her tires squeal.

A little red convertible is
What my daughter drove
“Just what the doctor ordered,” said I
As we headed for the cove.

Wind rushed through our streaming hair
As I steered around the bend
“Let’s go find adventure,” I cried
As I smiled at my friend.

She rode in happy silence
Enjoying the warm night air
Sitting straight and proud-like
While the wind caressed her hair.

What better way to spend some time
Than with a longtime friend.
One who’s seen you at your worst
But who’s loyal to the end.

We parked the car beside the lake
And took the long way ‘round.
We spied the feathered ducks and geese
Followed by their babes of down.

We watched the old men fishing
Though nothing they had caught
I wondered if it was a meal
Or companionship they sought.

My friend, always a lady,
Gave everyone a greeting
She made each see her pleasure
at this unexpected meeting.

We left the park and climbed back in
Our chariot made of steel
A quick run through a drive-in
To share a Happy Meal.

Back home, my friend, she thanked me
In her way which cannot fail
She gave my face a big wet kiss
And then, she wagged her tail!

Copyright Sue Davis 2001