she jerked him off in my car

under empty moonlight

down i-45 north

the stones playin’ devil rhythms

while she slid her hand

down his tight forest slacks

sitting in limbo traffic

i rolled the window down

lit up a cigarette

and let smoke dance

in fiery summer air

when she sees that cloud of cig

she yells, you can’t smoke that thing with us in the car

i take another long puff

and tell her, you can’t jack dude’s off in my car

guess she didn’t think i’d see

lady removed her hand

man let his eyes wander out the window

and i put my cig out on the street

we were only passing the time, she says as she adjusts herself

i turn the stones up

inch further to the exit

and tell her, time doesn’t fuck around, drop you off in 5

Weasel