Some Nice Old Man
Walk of shame
Parades past my house everyday
Ebony girl
Laptop pinned under her arm
Walking with purpose
White halter, black shorts
And flip flops
Pass her on my way to store
She's a lot further on my way back
Going to get what I forgot
She's made tracks
Girl can walk
Eyes locked to the ground
Where's the fire
She's scared
I turn around
Stop across the road from her
Roll down my window
"Can I give you a ride?"
She gets in. I listen
21, and well, 21
First night in jail
I get her big cold bottle of water
Along with what I forgot
Take her home
She calls friend to come get her
"I don't know... some nice old man" she says
An hour later car stops out front
She turns smiles pretty pearls and waves goodbye
Some nice old man
Smiles back, tips his hat
Asks himself why
As he walks inside
Not Karma
(Though he could use some)
Nor Jesus points
(He doesn't believe)
Just do what you should
Feels good
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