She sat by the counter

waiting for quitting time,

he slid in the parking lot

in his dark sleek shape,

her eyes glued to him-

looking for an escape

Want to ride my beauty?

I’ll let you drive!

You can turn my wheel

squeel my tires

race my engine!

 

She rode and

rode

down his road,

turned his wheel

felt the thrum,

raced his engine,

till he ran out of gas!

Dave

29 Nov 08

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