the red car

I used to find
a shady tree and pull
the just washed car up.
a red car at the time,
white interior.
baby moons, a radio.
i'd take a chamois loth,
a can of wax and polish
it until it shined
like glass.
the music would pour
out of the open
windows. the beach boys.
Motown.
it was summer.
there was a girl who would
tell me how
nice my car looked
and would say yes. let's
go for a ride.
so ride you would.