Beat up ’62 Impala
flirting with the wind
midday sun on my back
leather seat baking my skin
siren cooing in the distance
dj spinning out tunes
I stop
right here
on the shoulder
and dance like no there’s no one in sight
embraced now by the rhythm
it holds me long and tight
rockin’
teasin’
groovin’
a wild bird taking flight
beat up ’62 Impala
clanking down the road
the only sound I hear
is the chain, chain, chain
chain of fools
Hedda Colossi is a resident of East Windsor and a member of the Twin Rivers Writer’s Group.
