in the midnight hour

she says that
she can drive a
stick shift, so
i pull over
feeling a bit
tipsy,
and let her have
the wheel. she
puts on her glasses,
and without even
a bump or burp
of the engine,
without stalling
even a bit,
she slides open
the moon roof, turns
up the radio as
billy idol screams
in the midnight
hour and takes
control. she
gets us home
without blinking
even one of
her beautiful
brown eyes.