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.