Classic Car

Much of the ways we grew up

Are steady dwindling away.

But there is one moment in time

Steady here to stay.

The moment that Grandpa

Drove around the Blocks.

We dream about the days

Independent and free

Punching in the clocks.

Then that Man reminds us

The joys of Classic Rock.

Riding into the Sunset

In the 69 Impala.

Heads bopping in the wind

With the windows cranked low.

The summer sunshine

On the red leather seats.

Mother’s face did Glow.

She & Grandpa in the front seat.

He & I in the Back.

The only sound around:

The wind whistling in our ears.

Grandpa doesn’t know.

That’s the funnest fun in my years.

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