Going steady in a crowded room,
traffic’s heavy but overall smooth
check your mirrors:
Cruise control in the passenger lane
caution lights flash teeth
from over out along the way,
parallel parked at the single’s bar
Ferrari’s blinkers are signaling you.
Fiberglass in a cocktail dress
windshield of tinted baby blues
filling up on someone else’s brandy
high octane stalls to swoon.
All sharp curves and dangerous turns,
a place where the gravel’s loose
and there’s been men at work
but unlike normal, that’s just
fine with you.
And the GPS screams keep right!
but the radio’s on full blast
and you’re flooring it out of sight
drunk on the destination her
eyes are hinting at.
Gazes lock, lips purse, you-
Slap! Crash! Woo-woo!
“Hey, pal,” your state trooper booms
“hands back to ten and two!”
caught, clocked, and charged
you’ve earned a one way ticket
to sleeping in the living room.
You know that look. It means
caution, there’s road work ahead
and suddenly distracted driving
seems far less innocent.
Get ready pal, your sentence
is set! Hope that shiny pride of
yours is ready for one more
well deserved little dent
now that someone’s really
gearing for you.