scuse me while i kiss the sky

I had the radio up

really loud while driving
around, doing errands,

dropping my mother off at post
office.

purple haze by Hendrix was on.
and the only good way

to listen to it, is full blast.
I played my

air guitar as I  drove,
and beat out the drums on
the dashboard.

at 17 or 70, it's purple haze
to the grave.

I looked over at my mother,
and she shook

her head. you can let me out
anywhere, she said.

you're going to go deaf playing
that music

so loud, you know.

what? I said. can you pick

me up a book

of stamps while you're in there?