I sing at ongoing traffic
as I drive on my own way.
Their heads snap over
see my lips tremble in vibrato.
I smile like a devil
singing disguised as hums harmonizing.
They sing “pizza!” as I arrive
and park alongside my runway.
My selves deliberate who’s to model,
which mask is efficient for racketeering next.
They smile like an angel
signing my receipt with strikethrough zeroes.