At a stoplight, right in front of me
was a patriot, it’s plain to see.
This pick up driver must-a been
one dyed in the wool American.
He had Flag decals on window glass
and bumper stickers; cute and crass.
He’s a guy you wouldn’t want displeased
cause he runs over cowboy wanna bes
He’s for country music radio,
the N. R. A. and rodeo.
But, in one of life’s small ironies,
his pickup truck was Japanese.
Jeff Hildebrandt © 1999