the white cadillac

as you sit at the light
waiting for red
to turn green
the man in the white
Eldorado
Cadillac rolls
down his window
to throw trash
out.
wrappers and cans,
paper
bags, things that
get caught in the wind
and fly over your
car, into the woods.
he empties his ashtray
by opening the door
and tilting
the ashes and butts
onto the road.
he looks into his mirror
to see if you've seen
what he's done.
but he doesn't care,
he's eating
something, drinking.
singing. you can hear
the loud music
seep out of his car.
he's happy.
he's in a white Cadillac.