that used car smell

driving down the road only guessing how many you’ve been down

from Brooklyn to Montague; you’ll travel the world one day

alone and contained. Just me for miles

safe and content.

the tiny volume dial spinning back and forth between my fingers

getting more and more elated with every increase,

the feel of the pedals beneath me,

finally in control of something for once in my life.

stray coins fill the console thrashing about

at every sharp turn without any damage at all.

one day they’ll fall onto the floor,

and never be found again.

lost under the seats like childhood dreams,

I took too fast a turn to keep them safe

I took too fast a turn to keep them safe

the car needs me as much as i need it

Without the other we’ll both just

sit and rust away in some junkyard