The Days
I’m talking about the days of typists Who never did marry Gear shifts long as canes Drunk teens staggered on To get home for chores Fans crossing lots with collars Turned up against the cold Shrill whistles in warm gymnasiums School yearbooks and horn rim glasses Good old boys hogging Diner stools half the morning Trying the waitress’s patience Saying Can I get a warmup honey No I meant the other kind I don’t have any particular point I’m trying to make here Like I said I’m just talking