still driving slowly
down this country road
in a long, black Cadillac
pop and snap
swerve on purpose
side to side
grid lets the tires glide
nobody but me
back pocket full of bills
bumper crop
worn square mark, corners frayed
made from the sale of all those round bails
old black and white photo
pasted to the visor
kept there as a reminder
steering wheels hot
sunshine dashboard, mixed tape
gauges nearly stopped
windows down
slower, let 'er up now
crackle and the trees
no dust, just breeze
close to a halt she sways
arm out, perched on her wrist
her friend, her very own wild child blue jay
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