She is strong when she's quiet.
She hums in her inlets.
Take a cab to find her beach.
Still it's a long reach.
Time wedges us from her.
Love stops at the red lights of words.
With my vehicle stuck in the auto shop.
I sit on the curb of, "I love you."
and, "You are beautiful."
Mechanic says, "She's a goner.
Fix her for a heart and a soul.
or I can keep her."
I'll ride this bumpy road out.
The sun rises within softening brown eyes.
Puffs of love waft from the tail pipe.
She's feeling tuned up.
This love is a Hot Rodder's blush.
A couldn't... shouldn't be crush.
Between us it's tough.
It's a stroke of luck,
to end up clean cut,
without a scar on your butt.
if you must.
you can have my keys.
but just drive her around the block of us.
I smile because there's nothing better to do.