Tales of a wild goose chase

(huff fin Bach seat driver)...

Aye kin recall when both offspring

(yay high) as a small child

and now ma deux daughters

(fledgling young chicks

though they be),

flew the coop, sans answering,

when call of the wild dialed

their biological cell

phone rang off the hook

as post pubescence metamorphosis

(into young adulthood),

they gingerly did brook

arbiters as consensual nymphs

baited verboten fruit yum zook

thus, freed as private

on call designated

papa chauffeur de jure

yet, a nostalgic feelings

surface within mine being,

when many occasions

witnessed this night owl

barely awake

stumbling out the front door

nonetheless diligently

donning "taxi driver" hat

now, a virtual dust collector

replaced by near identical head gear

capped upon

me noggin monogramed

with pet name

"hubby" and/or "matt"

thy (well worn) first name,

despite futile protestation

simmering into tit for tat

case in point encompasses

this poetic blip

instinctually navigating

(southeast as

the counting crows fly)

(with ma own embedded

global positioning satellite micro chip)

from Schwenksville habitue

to center city Philadelphia,

Pennsylvania where,

nary agitation viz calm, cool,

and collected demeanor did e-clip,

nor (as prevailed

during anxiety fraught youth),

emotional state would hove done a flip

with clenched steering wheel,

whar white bar

knuckles would grip

but nowadays (courtesy

of targeted

prescription medications)

mien psychological state quite mellow,

and approaches ferrying human cargo

via 2009 Hyundai Sonata

as one shaded eyes, cool cat,

and (so like...mon) really hip

telling spouse to pipe down and zip her lip

lest she wants

the aggravating maneuver,

thru plethora of pedestrians

(nope, yours truly

DID NOT run anybody over)!

This mister plied his way

to 1601 Market Street with nary a hitch

though returning back northwest to our abode

entailed a bit hove va glitch

when orientation

found me way off beaten bath,

(a quarter tank of gas) circling

the Philadelphia Airport with

"Welcome to Tinicum Township),"

some natural wildlife niche,

and of course did NOT confess getting lost,
then breathing sigh of relief

espying urban skyline,

where Ben Franklin statue

forever frieze a stitch
in time, and even rumbling
deafening noise elicits nada flinch!