Top Down

Crawling traffic, SUV's,
Station wagons, minivans,
Loaded up with family stuff -
Bicycles and soda cans.

Cars are silver, gray, or black,
Maybe blue or gold or white;
Windows closed and A/C blasting -
Slower traffic keep to right.

Suddenly a red car passes,
Driver looks relaxed and cool.
He's in his convertible -
Of all the cars, man, his does rule!

Nothing else looks near as special.
With the top down, it's the best.
All the rest of us are thinking,
Dig that car - I am impressed!

We could all drive top-down roadsters,
If we'd let ourselves go free;
But just a chosen few are willing
To indulge that fantasy.

So we watch the red cars zipping,
Drivers with their wind-blown hair.
We could be the same as they are,
But the truth is - we don't dare!