I hop into the truck because
I couldn't start the car.
I pick my gloves up off the floor
Because that's where they are.
I slip and slide and spin around.
Oh God, my hands are cold.
And I'm still on the driveway.
Just wait until the road.
I can't go fast, I must go slow.
Speedometer reads thirty.
The salt is caking on my tires.
Even snow looks dirty.
I see cars in the ditch,
To my left and right.
The faces in their windows
Are white and pale with fright.
And then I start to fishtail.
I try to hit the brake.
But now I've lost control.
What a story this will make.
And then I hit the gravel, and
My treads finally dig in.
Now safe, I think, What a thrill,
To drive in Winter again.