mitchell, joni
three waitresses all wearing
black diamond earrings
talking about zombies
and singapore slings
no trouble in their faces
not one anxious voice
none of the crazy you get
from too much choice
the thumb and the satchel
or the rented rolls-royce
and you think she knows something
by the second refill
you think she's enlightened
as she totals your bill
you say show me the way