I drive to the station in my old red Datsun Right blinker stuck on or off No blinking Cold to the start in the midst of winter Brmmmmm First time every time Runs Smooth and overtakes the dawdling Sits outside under the tree Loyal Waiting alone for my need Slave of none Happy in itself knowing what it can do Leap through the full glass window and beer down Upon the little red machine Opening its doors in welcome Enter Don’t be afraid So I do Doors slam shut But I am free Happy At last