I like hearing cars roaring down the road,
their radios beating out a pulse;
the smell of car fumes,
like the best perfumes
I like the seat pushing against me,
as I sit behind the wheel,
giving my car the gas
getting the road's feel
I like seeing people
moving their cars along;
some with a shout
some with a song
I like my car in the morning,
glistening with dew;
I like my car in the evening,
in the back seat with you |