Oldsmobile

In the navy Oldsmobile wagon
With auto windows and wood panels
My father drove me to school
and I sat in the rear-facing seat

He drummed his fingers
on the skinny vinyl wheel,
sometimes pretending not to hear
when I shouted music requests
Over the velour upholstery
of the empty seats between us

I looked out on the same road in the opposite direction
Seeing differently the things he had already seen.