Like Batman

The road trundled contented incessant
Dad sat, hands all the while on the wheel
Far across the great bench seat
He was wearing a mask
Just like Batman

When the headlights behind
Would hit the rear view
Rectangular light made a mask
For his eyes like Batman

I don’t think he knew about the mask
As he drove through the night
Like Batman on the far side
Of the great bench seat

The road murmured obedient
Cars oncoming wiped shadows and light
Hands all the while on the wheel
On the far side
Of the great bench seat
With a mask on his eyes
Like Batman