Hey girl in the burgundy Nissan pickup,
you made me feel good for awhile!
Looking my way at the red traffic light,
with your grin turning into a smile!
It's sticky and hot, so I'm out cooling off;
on my e-ven-ing motor-bike ride
Getting away from this lonely old house,
All your flirts make me feel warm inside
Throttle and brake tag, a couple of miles
you're quite the distraction for me!
Hoping the lights will turn quickly again
so your face through the glass I may see
I have to turn now and my heart sinks once more,
as you wave and shout 'maybe next time'
It's a shame that it ends in this fashion, but still
the fantasies dance in my mind!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like this, street poetry, honest and well written.