sound advice

i couldn't stand her mother.

and her mother

couldn't stand me,

so i would usually pull up

in front the house and beep

the horn.

no way i was going in there,

to be harangued about

my job, my hair, my intentions.

so i waited outside in

my belching 1978 ford pinto.

and lay on the horn.

my sort of girlfriend

would then look out

the top window and yell

at me to stop.

i'd shake my head

and turn the radio up,

so that i wouldn't hear

her mother yelling at

her to break up with me.

which was probably, 

at the time,

sound advice.