What was that? It just flew by. A flash of chrome against the sky.
Marks on the road, Left in haste, So long and sleek, As if from outer space.
Chrome Foose Mags, The marks of a bird, The strongest engine, You ever heard.
Bridgestone tires, New leather smell, As I rounded the curve, I saw the Chevelle.
(Poetry Copyright 2016 – All Rights Reserved)
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