7200
(huff fin Bach seat driver)...
Aye kin recall
when both offspring
(yay high) as a small child
and now ma deux daughters
(fledgling young chicks
though they be),
flew the coop,
sans answering,
when call
of the wild dialed
their biological cell
phone rang
off the hook
as post
pubescence metamorphosis
(into young adulthood),
they gingerly did brook
arbiters as
consensual nymphs
baited verboten
fruit yum zook
thus, freed
as private on call designated
papa chauffeur de jure
yet, a nostalgic feelings
surface within mine being,
when many occasions
witnessed this night owl
barely awake
stumbling out
the front door
nonetheless diligently
donning "taxi driver" hat
now, a virtual
dust collector
replaced by
near identical head gear
capped upon
me noggin monogramed
with pet name
"hubby" and/or "matt"
thy (well worn) first name,
despite futile protestation
simmering
into tit for tat
case in point
encompasses this poetic blip
instinctually navigating
(southeast as
the counting crows fly)
(with ma own embedded
global positioning
satellite micro chip)
from Schwenksville habitue
to center city
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania where,
nary agitation
viz calm, cool,
and collected
demeanor did e-clip,
nor (as prevailed
during anxiety fraught youth),
emotional state
would hove done a flip
with clenched
steering wheel,
whar white
bar knuckles would grip
but nowadays (courtesy
of targeted
prescription medications)
mien psychological
state quite mellow,
and approaches
ferrying human cargo
via 2009 Hyundai Sonata
as one shaded eyes, cool cat,
and (so like...mon) really hip
telling spouse
to pipe down and zip her lip
lest she wants
the aggravating maneuver,
thru plethora of pedestrians
(nope, yours truly
DID NOT run anybody over)!
This mister plied his way
to 1601 Market Street
with nary a hitch
though returning
back northwest to our abode
entailed a bit hove va glitch
when orientation
found me way
off beaten bath,
(a quarter tank of gas) circling
the Philadelphia Airport with
"Welcome
to Tinicum Township),"
some natural wildlife niche,
and of course
did NOT confess getting lost,
then breathing sigh of relief
espying urban skyline,
where Ben Franklin statue
forever frieze a stitch
in time, and even rumbling
deafening noise
elicits nada flinch!
