How I despise those seven minutes
locked in a vehicle between
downtown home and uptown college
when every station plays through my stereo,
only talk shows or advertisements,
my ears sold to corporations
before I can comprehend compact disks
or the tangled iPhone cord
shoved under the front passenger’s seat.
When eyes struggle to stay open,
ears need most the sweet notes
and lyrics of song- even those
snap your fingers, happy-go-lucky
pop tunes which so often spew
off my speakers and into my head,
where they sleep all day.
Fingers dance against dashboard,
tease the knob in desperate
hope to find voices in song,
rather than sales.
Salvation comes as I slide
into the shuffling lot full of
students desperate to vacate
their vehicles and trudge
to day’s first class.