Cruising in that big cadillac,
wide grin twinkling on polished glass,
I noted white wheel rims
and heard the engines blast,
laughing out loud at the slim chance we had
of changing you, and the truth is
how you turned out not half bad.
I always knew,
watched as you grew into easy charms
hanging effortlessly off your giant frame.
Some said you couldn't change or care.
Put those men to eternal shame,
press them into a cloistered box,
choking on their own sequestered air.
Away you went,
waving yourself past, and the last bit
of you I saw was your clenched fist
disappearing into a mist of exhausted fumes,
swaying left and right to a reggae tune,
sunshine catching your gold finger ring,
flashing a message down the street.
"Stay cool,hang loose,rock steady,"
I think was sort of what it said.