To the Driver of a Passing Car

If I can hear your stereo down here on my porch,
then the volume must be loud in your car.
Loud enough to rattle your windows,
if you have a subwoofer.
(And I bet you do.)

I wish that I could stop your car, just a for a moment,
an old hatchback with bad brakes and new rims, maybe.
To read the face of 2015’s greatest Ricky Martin fan,
to see if you are living la vida loca.
(And I bet you are.)