Can I Get a Ride?
Climb in my dear
Invited my car
Side seat warmed and ready
Windows rolled down
Heated words exchanged
Passenger door flips open
As we cruise the curb
Heavy metal hinge springs wide
I almost fall out
Warm breeze lifts my skirt
Fingers scrape the road
Hold on tight with knuckles white
Feels like perpetual motion
Pulling back with all my might
Happy hour rush hour
Get out of my way
Chrysler’s green hornet
Picking up speed on the freeway
Others made in foreign lands
Two door Mazda - Four door Honda
Hatchback coined as three
Seat belts and child locks have no say
In this Cadillac country
Sunroof opens to the wild
Wind rumbling past rain drops
Sloshed against the ground
Making it hard to see through the
Judgements I inflict
Limping along on tired tires
Blaming myself for all that l think I am
Wired in the diagnostics of my mind
Running on empty I stop on a dime
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