put it in first, the revs get hire
pop of the clutch, the tires turn
shift into 2nd, burn baby burn
Here I go, approaching the turn
60 mile an hour, on a 20 hour turn
crank of the wheel, smashing the gas
spin goes my 68, drifting holding the gas
Around the turn she goes, sparkling on the moonlight glow.
i loved this poem you should make more
ReplyDeleteWow this such a great poem! I really loved it even though I didn't understand every thing, but I kind of imagine how it feels when driving a 68 stang. It really describes what happens and it makes you feel the emotion of driving a car. Will you publish more poems?
ReplyDeleteBerenice S.