Morning Walks
 
In the morning we walk
Too many years now to count
I listen, he always will talk
 
There are other walkers, they say hi
They know us, or so it seems
Scotty talks to all, as old friends, by and by
 
Then he tells me a car name
It just went by, loud
I said it sounds broken all the same
 
He says it a cool car, some mustang or other
What makes it cool I inquire?
Because it has some five-point-oh or another
 
What about that next noisy one?
Not cool, it needs tuning, brakes or some more
He tells me fast car growl is fun
 
So, I ask what about Tesla, is it cool?
Yes, that is a cool car he exclaims
Clearly then sounds can often fool
 
He hyperlinks to another topic, tax
I think, I actually know but pretend I don’t
He goes, on as if I know all his connecting facts
 
A car goes by small, but loud I allow
But looks like a golf cart with a lid
It’s electric, with speakers, to drive growl
 
He and car companies, men’s desire found
I know but, I walk on feigning skeptical
Unwilling to say more on car sound
 
So, I listen as the next topic is looped in
While my stomach growls
And we pass the same people once again