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.