I was a good hour beyond Oxford & nearly to Clarksdale
& looking for that roadhouse where Evangeline promised she’d be
Waiting she said until I showed up with her 1937 National Tricone
& got at least a little of the money she’d owed me since Ohio maybe even
Morgantown I can’t remember anymore except that I do know the reasons
She’d pull out those skinny twin silver .38s she had a habit of always
Introducing as My Sisters & then level them at the boyish clerks counting
Out the stiff bills she’d so politely requested & there was nobody ever who
Didn’t know she was a distinguished personage & to always call her ma’am