(Two guys on the corner. With apologies to G.B. and L.H.)

Who was that lady in the blue Mercedes?

Didn’t see her, man.

You always looking the wrong way.

What she look like?

Fine!

Like wine?

Sho’ nuff, man.

Did she look at you?

Me?

Never mind—you too ugly.

Maybe I’m related to you.

No way!

Wish I had one.

Lady, or Mercedes?

One of both, man.

One on my arm and t’other in my driveway.

Don’t’ you wish?

Yeah!

Let’s go see if Bennie is up yet.

Maybe he’s good for a beer.

Yeah!