BLACK CAR


The lady on the black car
Slowed down next to me
And asked:
Are you going to Rosarito?

I told her I was walking but
I think she didn’t hear me

The wind was beginning to pick up

It looked like someone
Had messed with her neck
She wore a neck brace

She said:
Climb on in
I’ll take you down

I am walking I said
She looked at me and insisted:
Are you sure?

Yes
I need to do my exercise

She said okay
And drove away
In her nice black car