with rice in our hair

she was a back seat

driver.

look out, she'd scream

when a squirrel would run

across the road

in front of us.

stop here, park there.

i just saw a spot, didn't

you see it,

go around the block.

it's too hot in here,

roll the window down.

speed up, you can

make this light.

you can get across the tracks

before the train comes.

you drive too slow,

too fast, turn the radio

down. when was the last

time you vacuumed this car,

or washed it, put on

a coat of wax.

and this was leaving

the wedding chapel with

rice still in our hair.