Just sitting at the computer
Big wheel dreams.
Behind a neglected shanty
polished chrome gleams
on the old forgotten Chevy.
The tires hidden by uncut grass,
a decal on the windshield proclaims
Ford can kiss his white ass.
Oh yea…there’s airbrushed flames.
Flames on that baby are, burning
rusted metal and apple-pie red.
The old man laughed with visions
of driving playing out in his head.
He wasn’t so old yesterday
twenty years younger it seems.
But there is certainly no damn way,
he is old, not in his wildest dreams.
Young is hard to see in his eyes
It hides and plays its little tricks
It seems to be so easy to disguise
maybe that is how it gets its kicks.
[This message has been edited by Effigy (edited 02-21-2001).]