a man in uniform

oh my,
she says. I
love a man in
uniform,
as we pass
the toll booth
holding
a slouching
man
in a grey
shirt
and tie.
i throw a
quarter
into the metal
basket
making the
light go green
and the gate
rise.
it stirs
my inner girl,
melts my
butter, she
coos, leaning
in closer
to kiss
me while I drive.
you hit the pedal
speeding
through
the next five
miles, ignoring
the exits
before another
toll.