Driver’s Seat

In my car in summer time,

My father’s spirit enters me,

Elbow on the windowsill,

Tap, tapping along to the tune,

Of some old time-y dancing blues,

One hand on the wheel,

Sweaty dust on the dashboard,

My brow creased in lines,

That read just as his did,

Summers before his frown was lifted,

Does he remember my unfledged face,

Peeking through the rearview?

When I’m not looking is there a,

Lost boy, staring up at me too?