on the romance of fast cars

there was this guy
whose name eludes me
but I see him
standing tall
a cup of coffee
in his hands
in the parking lot
of White Castle
next to his 63 Impala
blue and white
lovingly simonized
the hub caps glowing
proud of that 409
under the hood
he would race
anyone anytime
on any parkway
I’ll cream ’em
he’d say
I’ll kill ’em
and so he did
until that hour
between nighttime
and morning
when he didn’t quite make
that cıurve
by the Freeport exit
on Southern State Parkway
the car flipped
and there being no law
requiring seat belts then
he wasn’t wearing one
broke his back neck
and he lay dead
on the side
of the road
in what would be
the rising sun
for the rest
of us
on a new day

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