Riding my bicycle thru a beautiful Boston summer day. After work.
Singing along to Kylesa blasting thru my buds.
Weaving my way safely thru perilous Court Street traffic.
Where I do declare
I do spy
with my little eye
a black Mercedes SUV in front of me. Windows rolled down.
Stopped at a redlight, one arm deftly darting out the window, flicking a still lit cigarette onto the asphalt.
I leaned over on my bike, plucked the smoldering fag, deftly flicked it back inside the black Mercedes SUV.
And wove my way hastily thru perilous Court Street traffic, switching gears.