Old lady

Every day I drive down the same road at the same time on my way back from class. Every day there's this old lady standing in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at the cars that go by. She looks like the mother in Throw Mama From the Train. Every time I see her, she's muttering something very fast. I can't hear her, but I can see her lips moving. Nobody ever stands next to her, she's not talking to anybody else. I roll down the windows when I drive by and play five-second snippets of Beatles songs for her. Maybe they'll cheer her up.