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cruise control.

[That’s a very nice car]
Liver spots on the cow hide
pulled tight by fancy stitches.
Grabbing an expensive leather wheel
and steering fairly straight.
For now, in any case.
Knuckles white, I’m in control.
[You have a very nice car]
Eyes bloodshot.
Staring ahead won’t help.
Would you keep talking to me
if you knew I’m not understanding you?
Rolling down the window,
there’s a storm outside.
Hoping to say
[Thank you]
before we reach Exit 17.