Toll Taker 47
The only thing between us and the Bay Bridge
was Toll Taker 47.
That's what it said on his badge.
He peered in the window and said,
"You've got a beautiful wife."
And she said, "I'm not his wife -
not yet anyway."
And 47 pointed at me and said,
"What are you waiting for?"
And I said, "My change,
so we can get across that bridge."
And 47 turned around
and pulled out a stack of bills and said,
"Here's 300 bucks,
go get her a ring,
compliments of the State of California."
And I said,
"I can't take that money."
And she said, "Oh yes, you can,"
and reached across my lap and grabbed the cash.
And we felt like Bonnie and Clyde
in an old black jalopy
as we left Toll Taker 47 in a cloud of dust
and disappeared over the bay.
