Trailer Trash

Cartoon characters on my steering wheel,
dice on my rearview mirror,
I singe the end of a menthol light,
sucking in and breathing out on the same puff,
it balances loosely between my index and middle fingers,
aside a plastic butterfly ring from a vendor,
it must look silly hanging out the window of my '97 Cutlass,
with "Knockin On Heaven's Door" blaring from the radio,
I'm everything I never wanted but always would be,
driving down a road I've taken many times before,
ending up in the arms of a love that died some time ago,
I am fighting classification even from myself,
not wanting to be defined by a line, a look, or any moment.