-Double Violin Concerto in D moll-

to start the engine of my new car

I simply press a button.

It starts quickly, without

the agonizing, albeit beautiful

sound of extensive turn-over,
a characteristic of the old machinery’s

ignition, crankshaft and pistons and

a lot of other mechanical goings on.

I strap myself in.

the pre-ride obligations

are accomplished with the speed

and adroitness of a pro at Daytona.

classify me as the driver of a fast car.

father, brother, son, friend,
lover of women, erstwhile classroom nuisance
and driver of the quick and nimble automobile;

fast and powerful, it turns on a dime

and stops on a dime, but it cost me plenty.

I tune-in Bach from paradise.

at my command, Bach drops from the exosphere;

drops from the arcing, glittering apparatus

wired to the hilt to track me down.

It's Bach riding shotgun this morning,

a passenger on this side of his life, the digital
side of the Double Violin Concerto in D moll,

barreling down route 6 eastward, the fast-
lane to Westport,–– bound for "Grundy's Plumbing & Hardware"

in search of a toilet-tank flapper assembly kit
and Johann Sebastian Bach is tagging along for the ride.