she worked 9 to 5
in the secretarial pool..first ladies of the
pantsuit desk set... buttoned down
blue collar blouse....
at the ready
A long whistle sounded,
emptying rows of desks
Prattling, they punched cards..
crowding into an
10 floors to the
main lobby of the department store..out
the glass swiveling doors.. onto the neon lit puddled sidewalk
found them at the darkly Rose Cafe..a joint that played the blues, served stiff Martinis...for a time, a speak easy, of an era when art nouveau flourished..with olives, she preferred two. Blythe spirits jitterbugging..dancing the flat foot floozy...
Noises echo now....in my minds eye I see them...or is it a movie screen?
...the world would soon be at
war, second one..
Facing the abyss, ladies united,
worked two jobs - as riveters, making
parachutes, packing ammunition
The tenderer sex had to
a patriotism few questioned
machines drown out
gay voices and song...
70 years go by..
new doors open, new paths to travel
We fly around the world in no time..
Ladies today can be anything..an executrix,
win congressional seats..
then there are micro chips...
Generations make rapid strides..
for all we know Hillary will be President
one day, and Bill
will be the first First Gentleman
I have a feeling it's always going to be
something BIG.. in store for you and me
a toast, so "let's have another cup of coffee,
another piece of pie!"