Poetry On The Move

I almost crashed my car
Driving while writing today
Pen in one hand, paper in the other
Driving with my knee, what can I say?
When inspiration hits that hard
It is hard to not to roll with it
Even when I couldn't stop my trip
(The daycare would have a fit)
My hope is great
That this poem is grand
And soon a check
Will be in hand
So while I made a big mistake
Driving with my knee
It may be worth the while
(But I must wait to see)