He looked at her with such questions
What she said was quite a blur
She handed him the stained menu
And, politely called him "Suh"
He looked over the selections
The blue plate special looked good
She brought him iced tea with lemon
He said, “Water if you would”
He wasn't from around these parts
A yankee lost in the south
He fell deeper in confusion
When she opened up her mouth
“We ain't got no fried chicken now
Mama-sed it'd come latah
But, we got somethin' tastes jest like it
How 'bout tryin' sum gatah?”
He heard the words and smiled right back
Never knowing what she meant
But, figured just to look at her
Was time and money well spent
She put the plate in front of him
He looked at her in a blur
She smiled one of those southern smiles,
“Wud ya like sum mo tee suh?”
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