The Old Car

I'd weathered you once more I'm afraid you'd become nothing more than that beat up old Volk's wagon out back absorbing all the fuel into your rusty pipes again once more I'd vaguely remembered chafe lessons and soil stained hanker chiefs stuffed abruptly into the seats as you returned from meaningless journey's while my mind completed your daring task of loving me somehow getting me back home beyond faint hues wild notions gathered so quickly upon my departure mostly from self I suppose madness had occurred over time going quite unnoticed among the norm holding up traffic waiting on you to start an yet the satisfaction varied throughout a pastoral past time of head lights blinking off and yet on again by the switch of a tampered emotion calmly I gaze over the grand grandeur of it all well the tow truck has arrived let's get you hitched