Wheel Jammin'

A poem.

Wheel Jammin' tapping bongo rhythms
on our steering wheels,
grooving to saxophone riffs,
jazz,
setting the morning mood,
sun brighter, breeeeeze cooler,
all stoplights green;
for four minutes of radio time,
the lady in my rearview
mirror
isn't a soccer mom in a minivan
and I'm not lost in an Olds,
no,
we are lovers of a smoooooth jazz song,
bobbing our heads like bobble-head dolls,
wheel jammin' and smiling our way
through Hillsborough, North Carolina Curtis Dunlap