Blessed Passenger

Not exactly debonair,

suspended in air

This handsome fella followed me

For miles down the road.

His grip never faltered

over bumps, in the heat

Wind whipping at his feet

Doing his playful dance

Driving was difficult

Cause I was in a trance

Amazed at his acrobatic skill

Then, he adopted his prayerful

position, and I thought, was I

being visited by the spirit

Of my father? I took it

as a blessing but feared for

His life, in the heat, his color had changed

So I careful transported him

and I hope he lives on

To bless the next traveler

Who needs him.