that's my car

that's my car, she says.
pointing out the window
to a new red
lexus.
it shines like an apple
in the lot.
leather seats,
and everything, she says.
it tells me when to go,
when to slow, or stop.
I could live in that car,
it's so wonderful.
what do you drive?
I like to walk,
you tell her.
or skate board,
sometimes I strap on
a pair of roller skates
tighten them with a key,
and just head off
to work.
I hitch hiked here,
as a matter of fact.
I see, she says.
we'll it's getting late,
maybe I should go.