"Lovely Rita, Meter Maid" - Charley Seagraves

"Lovely Rita, Meter Maid" - Charley Seagraves

Parked my truck near the Globe,
The Christmas lights were blinking,
I was two quarters short for the meter,
But I went inside and started drinking

And forgot to feed my meter
Until it was much too late,
A ticket awaited on my windshield,
I got caught tempting fate.

A sawbuck it cost me,
Ten bones, a ten spot, a dime,
Now that drink I was gonna buy you
Will have to wait for another time.

For when you park in Athenstown,
There's always a price to pay,
You gotta feed that insatiable meter
Every night and every day.

The meter maid who burned me,
I know her very well,
She seldom smiles as she stalks the streets,
A stoic mademoiselle.

A chalk stick in one hand,
A scowl across her face,
She often appears out of nowhere,
As if she came from cyberspace.

She does not care for excuses,
So avoid that slippery slope,
I have no doubt whatsoever
She would ticket even the Pope.

When I spot her coming down Clayton,
I run to feed my meter,
I do not know her name,
But to me she looks like a Rita.

© 2016 Charley Seagraves
 

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