Miles away from a Sonic
Or bars with cheap vodka tonic
You’ll find two Southern girls
Just trying to make it in the world.
In an apartment with a red door
Nothing is for sure
As to why they started careers
Before any of their peers.
As each morning comes with haste
They get ready with no space to waste.
And the girls make their toast
While adjusting to life on the East Coast.
A checklist is read as they make their way out
Just in case either girl may have a doubt
Then off to work the two go
At the will of only the metro
Hoping just to get a seat
To a commuter, a true feat.
They part ways at Union Station
Sometimes with hesitation
Asking whether they’ll make it through the day
Or just would rather just go outside and play.
Their mornings fly by
With no time for a sigh
But as the noon hour grows nearer
Tummy rumblings are heard clearer
And they eat a meal with their flock
Or sandwich out of a lunch bag and ziplock.
Then work is to be done
Because staying late is no fun,
‘Cause these girls would hate to miss
Which boy Ali gave the diss.
Or the nights they take a bat to a ball
On the Capitol Mall
Even to get home to just chat
(They never get tired of that)
And watching Friends on DVD
To forget about missing family.
Though their jobs are great
The weekends can be such a long wait
For some freedom to decide
Exactly how to spend their time.
The girls have changed quite a lot
Whether they realize it or not
But one thing they see
Is they are where they should be.
