[Split]

never alone in this car. Velcro, buckle snaps,
cell phone, ringing rows of elbow rests and tunnel tax,
she never asked my name, but I call my Jetta Lisa.
demonstrate my sad restraint by not passing on the autopista,
awwww. badly drawn Mona Lisa. Moaning, Lisa's turbo's shot.
all spooled up and droning. Cloth seats have burnholes bought
with cigarette butt permafrost and coffee clots in the mats.
I want that Yamaha R6. That's probably the hardest...
You wouldn't trade away your friends?
Except when going from high school to college