Special are the special
solitary, unique, driving
the word car to storyville,
stopping only to gas up
and spit out the window.
Were the eyes on the passengers,
parked, the whole van might be
tended without the need to get
while the getting's bloody good.
Fantasy control, dances dollars
over sense, collars over dense
fabrics, woven with fingers
whose care wears feeling
as their expression of purpose.