airport intersection
left turn lane east
red light
red as the lips
of the raven haired beauty
in the south turn lane of the
I-80 interchange
olive skin contrasting
the pale ivory leather interior
white dime store t-shirt clings
to every curve the way
i imagine her red beemer does the road
you're my type lover
and you're drivin' my car
i wanna get to know you
she glances my way
licks her lips
then each finger one by one
oh baby, i caught your eye
as the light turns green
i think about our life together
where we'll live
we make eye contact through
her midnight black oakleys
as i slowly take my turn
she puts another french fry
in her mouth and licks her
delicate fingers
i round the corner
speed on past micky d's
and head on off
to the next intersection
© 2007 jack paper
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