The classical on the stereo

10 disc cd in the trunk, maybe

Is so lovely, the piano keys

Spell disaster

As we round the curve

Of the highways entry

And Chang, 2100 trips

Is so close to the steering wheel

One slip up and his Burberry

But not Burberry

Drivers cap would fly off

In slow motion in front of me

And his face to the wheel

Because his wrists bend back

When he turns

Reminds me of Grandma Bea

When she slipped

In our sunken living room

Her wig rolled off

And had she been nice to mom

I might not have smirked