Monday, August 1, 2011

Border Patrol

Windows down, music off
Passports out
Get ready to talk.

Step inside for questioning
We need to search the car
What do you do?  How did you meet?
Quite a tale, most bizarre.

A PhD in German history
A trainer from the Midwest
In a rental car with Virginia plates
Anything you’d like to confess?

Perhaps your love or illegal drugs?
Do it now for this report
She bats her eyes and says flat out,
“I’m from New York, New York.”

On her face a cheeky grin and stare
Quite a challenging expression
And so he dismisses them
With this smug confession.


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