Aunt Willow’s Escalade
Girl was a force unchained
For she was a driver
And she drove a screamer
From slowness she abstained

And on her drives she’d belt out the songs of Kiss
Lost in a metal bliss
Though she was ninety
And hair was spiky

“Drive.”
Said old lady, “Drive.”
Cops would chase and
She would flee

She sang “Love Gun”
She would quote John Donne
She would say
“No tolls for thee.”

Her speeds would climb and reach
Upwards of one-oh-eight
She’d speed through narrow streets
Made her false teeth shake

On rides through sunny days
Her eyes would glint and play
That blur on road you viewed was
Aunt Willow’s Escalade

Aunt Willow’s Escalade
Once was a dull old maid
In youth was a dainty
A prude and a knitter
And then one night she strayed

And SUV, she found on a showroom floor
Red hewn with flames on doors
Then she was humbled
As engine rumbled

Ride
An old lady’s ride
She would often
Drive in nude

Her face stayed calm
Like she was embalmed
Speed of sound she
Oft subdued

She'd climb the roads unkind
Up on the mountain trails
And weaved through elder pines
While she filed her nails

She’d smile for miles and miles
Lost in the forest's shade
Wheel rims would spin on cue on
Aunt Willow’s Escalade

She was one of kind
Blue haired with youthful light
At age of ninety-nine
She would not sit tight

When hundred came they say
She rose to pearly gate
And her ride did too, my
Aunt Willow’s Escalade