Contact Mae

All along 66, wait the truck cafes
Ed's diner, Jodie's place. All turn out the same
Signs saying "food and gas" gauge is on "E"
Do you think the place is clean?
Let's stop and see

Board-and-Bat-shacks, pies and lunch packs
Long barstools and foot-rail
Near the door the jukebox roars
And country-western wails

Soon you find waitress Mae, she's middle-aged
Hair in curls and too much rouge on her sweating face
In the back dressed in white cook's cap and all
Al makes a moody face straight at the wall

Mae's the contact smiling irritated near to outbreak
Smiling while her eyes look past unhappy and her head aches

Now we wait no one knows what mood Al's in
If it's good, so's the food, let's hope we win
Let's hope we win