We speed down the winding
highway.
You pass me.
I pass you.
We repeat this until
the straight strip lies ahead of our
headlights.
You go to pass me
but stay by my side.
I can't wipe the smile from my face
as I look to my left and see you grinning at me
not paying attention to the left side of the road ahead of you.
I kiss my fingertips
and flip you the bird.
You wink and finally pass me up,
revving the engine
of your American classic.