Hydroplane Jane
Jane Beaston
The upper left has brought her song
and here to stay for nine months long!
But I can’t wait it out you see,
the I-5 calls, I’ve got to leave.
Keep in time, in tune, in lane,
deluge tsunami…..the first rain!
Moses’ rod has touched lane three,
there’s no dry ground though under me!
Waves kiss the gunwales of my Cad,
I need an Ama, this is bad!
No control I grip and grin
and sail past an unreined Benz.
We’re headed fast to God knows where,
ahead of time when we get there.
Gauges blink, the dash alarms,
this car is headed into harm.
Songs play on, don’t miss a beat,
strapped in the cockpit to my seat.
Clouds empty more with open spigot,
three sails up, this full rigged frigate.
All the lanes belong to me
watch me use them all, you’ll see!
A sliding, skimming submarine,
It’s possible I’ve ripped my spleen.
September gifts this constant battle,
a Northwest drive to reach Seattle!
and here to stay for nine months long!
But I can’t wait it out you see,
the I-5 calls, I’ve got to leave.
Keep in time, in tune, in lane,
deluge tsunami…..the first rain!
Moses’ rod has touched lane three,
there’s no dry ground though under me!
Waves kiss the gunwales of my Cad,
I need an Ama, this is bad!
No control I grip and grin
and sail past an unreined Benz.
We’re headed fast to God knows where,
ahead of time when we get there.
Gauges blink, the dash alarms,
this car is headed into harm.
Songs play on, don’t miss a beat,
strapped in the cockpit to my seat.
Clouds empty more with open spigot,
three sails up, this full rigged frigate.
All the lanes belong to me
watch me use them all, you’ll see!
A sliding, skimming submarine,
It’s possible I’ve ripped my spleen.
September gifts this constant battle,
a Northwest drive to reach Seattle!