Driving

I cup my chin in my palm
And prop my elbow
On the smile of the wheel
And wait for the lights to turn

I cross my legs
With a foot on the pedal
And it’s pretty fun
To drive like this

I sing, and I rock it out
Like I’m in a club
To Alanis Morisette’s “Thank You”
Which goes down like cold lemonade
On a balmy day

I relish this
Accelerated mobility
Silence and independence
When on the road

Just me
And my little black car
Troopers – the both of us.