Another Kind of Contest
7/13/2009 08:01:00 PM Edit This 0 Comments »
Give "Props" to the Seats
The once-proud 'Burb has seen better days,
Passengers duck as the headliner sags.
The dry-rot above it showers the riders,
With crumbling foam padding that feels much like spiders.
Give "props" to the threadbare, broken-backed seats;
Or bend over backward in the King of the fleet.
The steering column is loose and wobbles about.
The finish is faded, both inside and out.
The body itself is a love's labor, quaint.
Rust held together with splotches of paint.
Three hundred thousand miles it's gone.
Not sure if it'll make it through to the dawn.

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