yellowed brown stained fingertips caused by too many filterless she crushes the ashy end   lifts the lid and drops it down in an urn she carries around her father resides   her heavy foot is on the gas      with Saint Christopher on the dash she is safe from any crash at least she believes   what she doesn't realize that he's been decanonized by the church      her heavy foot is on the gas      she used to make gum wrapper necklaces   she always seemed to smell of wintergreen   in her father eyes she was not a princess but a queen   she didn't love to play the queen      only prayers and country songs are found as the needle crawls along through megahertz   black rubber radials wearing bald and wearing dull she sings along      her heavy foot is on the gas      imitation leather cracks from to much heat and to much smack you broke mother's back   she prefers the Texacos for the color of their clothes and their smokes      her heavy foot is on the gas      she used to make gum wrapper necklaces   she always seemed to smell of wintergreen   in her father eyes she was not a princess but the queen      she used to wake up with the sun   she used to watch the clouds go by   her hands tighten on the wheel   she hums a tune as she closes her eyes