We hide behind our sunglasses

     in the late afternoon glare

      sipping fancy iced drinks

  hoping people won’t stare

Too late we’ve been recognized

    Will she stop to say hello?

No worries she’s the friendly

sort who wants to join in the show

She stays a bit, shares a giggle

and it’s off in the sun she goes

Leaving us to babble and banter

   before we hit the road