REALITY?: Dance-driving

Turn the key and Jerry Mungo springs to life and sings me up the hill and into town.  I’m dancin’ in my seat for there are tunes you cannot sit and listen to no matter what.  Blast it up and bounce along, teeth biting down on lower lip in "Derby cool."  Raised up raisin’ hell in the days of dirty dancing, hips remember how to bump and grind and no, no worries about the high-seated truck drivers here–although way back then I didn’t really care.