Alas, the jitney is dead,
We’ll have to “hoof it” instead…
If we make it home
I’ll write a poem,
Do you think we’ll find our own beds?
The classic is “running out of gas”,
So the guy can attempt a pass…
Never tried it myself
Had more character wealth,
Than to trick her into something crass.
Whether jitneys are fixed or not,
We both found love hit the spot…
But grateful receiving
The lifetime of love we got!