They Fixed My Car

Do dreams need to make sense?
If I am driving and the car dies
and two ladies pick me up,
take me home, feed me, party,
let me sleep, feed me breakfast,
pick my car up, park it,
and start again? Party, feed me,
let me sleep, party.
Does that make sense?
Does it need to?
They fixed my car.

Robert Halleck is a retired banker living in Del Mar, CA with his wife Terry and 3 retired racing greyhounds. He has written poetry for over 50 years, been published in a number of blogs and magazines, and published two books of his poetry.