I lie in the backseat
third row bench-seat
Santana and Neil Young
ebb out of the speaker
it’s a lot of bass
and I remember old games
I used to love to play
racing and adventure games
I slip in and out of sleep
reliving my fervent attempts
to win a meaningless race
to press the right buttons
to beat a boss
with no real world consequences
I miss that
eventually I sit back up
go home on a wave of nostalgia