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DUI a girl on the dashboard shaking and reflecting the sun driving west to find a new gun moving fingers slowly off the stick put her in cruise let my feet rest beside the girl hula dancer, plastic skirt Plastic love. forget her-- flick of the ankle and the clay falls off the dashboard The girl tumbles to the passenger seat She hits your knee "What was that for?" "She was blinding me." A moment of silence. I slap the radio on, AM weather on the left channel, faint bluegrass on the right The cigarette lighter is gone. Driverís seat slides back, feet rest across your thighs. "Watch the road!" Grab the doll, dancer Turn back to the dashboard. Roll down my window and let her plunge into highway weeds A whoop. Lean on the horn. "Calm down!" You lean forward to pick the clay from above the hazard lights button. Everythingís back to normal, but cruise is still on. You pat my hand. We drive.
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