‘you don’t know how lucky
you are babe…back in the USSR..’ (The Beatles)
hey happy day,
hey hey hey!
these radio songs take you away,
even the freeway quite frantic
has on its mind fun gigantic
as you sing, steer and sway
at sixty or eighty dodging
those Kias, Tundras
and Dodges,
weaving your way north
to LA where your daughter
post-op retakes her day,
gets ready to study
banter and talk,
make sweet music with school chums
she’s missed for two weeks
on busy Bruin walk.
and you chant your song
of pure thanks
for her pink-cheeked recovery
and full health regained,
in gratitude you go fast
tires spin circling grins
do their attuned inaugural dance
for the successful surgical lance
as you’re transported,
perchance exalted,
by this wide noisy band
of instrumental asphalt
playing hit after hit
in ten or twelve lanes.
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