This lyric doubles as a National Poetry Writing Month day 11 poem including all five senses. As always comments are welcome.
Walk under the US 41 bridge's clip clop of the cars
Where a comet once raced dreams among the stars
Looked out the trailer window a boy of twelve years
Wheels across the street the first car was near
Julie's daily ride
purchased brand new
Driven from Ohio to a sunset view
Small straight six station wagon
zero to fifty in sixteen seconds
AM pushbutton radio
with a wrap around curved rear window
Julie need's a new car
Andy get's the old
For two hundred dollars cash the car was sold
It rattled like a cymbal on hot hard sticky bench seat
for six months straight
No air conditioning sweat drips
on blue jeans with a pizza aftertaste
Hair blowin windows open
wrapped inside the yellow metal
Fishtailin on wet roads
foot on the accelerator pedal
Car ownership just means owing more money
Insurance tags pumps and plugs batteries killed
Gas oil fluids and tires to refill
Couldn't tell that kid who dreams to go somewhere
When its too far to walk and too hard to bike
For freedom to do what he'd like
Smell the burning rubber and oil
feel the shaking
Shrinking the size of their world
barriers breaking
Sitting under the US 41 bridge
three decades have passed
Comet's in the scrapyard
with a million other cars that weren't made to last



