Car Ride

Ritchie Valens sings our way to the country, Filling the aerostar with boogie woogie. Ocassionally Pops eyes appear in The rear view mirror, Staring intently at us but, Sidel never notices, Eyes sunken into Stephen King Novels. Annoyingly to my mother I fiddle With flimsy headphones, Duct taping them at every Fall from my ears. “She yells “Carter! One more move and I’ll chuck this at you!” The browning apple in her hand, Gripping it like a hammer. Pops eyes in the rear view mirror again, so Throwing on the old yellow blanket to hideout with myself I beg for “Donna” to turn off, but Mother is always ready to begin it again. Donna where can you be, where can you be? As the car shuffles, I notice, Oh Donna isn’t a love song.