4 o’clock Eastern
The Sun was up
Windows down
Wind in my hair
Mess it around
Easy conversation
On radio waves
Talk for the both of us
My breath it saves
Hand out the window
Hand on the wheel
Foot on the brake
Tiring squeel
All trapped to together
My fist to my cheek
No sign of movement
Guess I’m stuck here all week
A Life in Poems 