By the guppy
Date: 10 April 2000
windshield
my thumbs are cuffed, but i'm crossing the divide
continental, or cadillac, or rolls royce
with a bumper sticker saying "babe on board" on the passenger side
there is no doubt, she's a hottie
that's just a judgement call without ever seeing her body
i've got my pulse rate ticking faster
magnifying my fear
about such a silly exchange of glances
me, from through a bug-stained windshield
her, from a windex-polished side mirror
i'm not even sure if she's really looking at me, but i think she should
it might do her some good to see my goofy grin
and hear me singing
my thumbs are cuffed, my remaining fingers are crossed,
and my windshield needs some cleaning...
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