To the Person Who Test Drives the Used Lexus with My CD Still in the Stereo by Jennifer Campbell Track four will sell you the car. Works every time. The song convinced a young couple my rusted model was worthy. Haunting operatic vocals, powerful drums explode in crescendo: Where the streets have no name… Every person yearns to escape above the city, twilight jacketing the open road. I bet you’re a man. On my way to make an offer, I got a lead on a newer version up the road. The salesman too busy closing another deal, I returned the key, my cd left behind. Every test drive needs the right ambiance, I thought, finding the jewel case empty. But I deserve some of the commission, having aligned the bass and treble with the highway’s easy flow. Perhaps your father’s voice rings in your head, You work hard. Treat yourself— all you need to make the decision.
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