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!