Today I am picking up my new car
It is big and steel gray and shiny
It only costs a million dollars
Not really but it’s more expensive than my first house and
Just a bit smaller.
I am going to drive it to the thrift store
And the gym and the supermarket
Park it next to muddy old jalopies.
Surrounded by slum pigeons.
But knowing me
Next week my new car will be
From the others
Covered in the grime of ordinary life that
One experiences on back roads.