started my car,12 girls band moan with erhu
accompanied with crisping sound of pipa
tapping my steering wheel, i'm moving slowly
traffic is like giving birth to a twin, i can see
finally with a big push i reach the other side
and pick up speed of 65mph, the rest flying
fifteen miles later another funnel like road
lucky i should say, i have to exit by the lip
and proceed drowning with classical music
that seem to isolate me from vocal chords
my mind flirting with amazing renditions
i love it, it gives me that feeling of oooh!
python-like seeking for empty parking spot
it is not very promising, even parallel parking
there are open parking available for 8 bucks
that's my lunch money, i needed that energy
there's a guy ' excuse me sir are you leaving'
' yes, my car is there'... never hesitate to ask
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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