Bleeding Knuckle Jam

Torque wrenching blues guitar on a tube radio

Lug Nuts along side chrome rivets in a baby moon hub cap

Lead wheel weights hammered in for balance

Hoods are up, trunks too

Lying on your back hands and feet are braced for maximum yield

A dog licks your face and a mosquito finds love

Scattered parts go back together like a jig saw puzzle

Rolling home on a dirt road with clouds of sun setting dust

Backyard dirt mechanics know the way

Fine threads tightened well on alloy rims

Oh such feeling, damn.

Home it is,  raw sustained notes of joy

A poem by my father.