The two of us in the car
On the way home
When her phone rings,
Making the little ding-a-ling sound.
I go MOM! You know you can turn the volume down
If you don’t want to pick up.
She curtly replies:
Meh, I don’t even want to do that.
(It’s not true. She just forgets where the button is.)
We drive along with the ding-a-ling.
The concert of being next to her.