While some use the shower,
I prefer my car.
It's my own special stage.
Rolled-down windows
Are fans that whip my hair.
Sunlight is spotlight.
The bass vibrating through my body
Energizes my cells.
I make my own choreography
(it's quite something).
The other drivers are
The unwitting, unwilling audience;
They look at me
Like I'm crazy.
But I don't mind.
It's an insane party,
A lit concert.