Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Smile Driven

I am smiling at simple things:
Cream swirling into my coffee,
Over my shoulder garbage flings,
12:34 the time I see,
New short cut find on my lap top,
After a new high score card game.
My day dreams of the beach won't stop,
My feet buried in waves that came.
I guess the plot twist - what a feat -
Of the song playing - it all makes sense.
The windshield wipers match the beat.
I drive my car into a fence.

The cop behind me for a while,
Gives me tickets and does not smile.