I am thumbing
my steering wheel
under pouring rain
nobody seem to give
space to any wet soul
I have my lights
flashing that long
half pop music song
so I ease slowly
to left; they let me
with a beep too soon
I wave my hand
and I speed away
two rooster tails
just following me
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