Driver Inattention

by Philip J. Malebranche

Swift car easing passage down the highway
Bucket seat comfort pushing grin to satisfied
Abbey Lincoln sings from yesterday
The heft of change on my wrist is Cartier

Driva Man tempers the cushioned smile
Soon I can’t measure the passing mile
I left that shelter on a Big Apple curb
Peace ahead; fewer bumps that disturb

Jade earrings dangle from my mind
Perfume whispers over white broken lines
A hand reaches for the swaying hips
My heart seeks her Boricua lips

Mulata smooth against my skin
Max’s drum solo is studied precision and discipline