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got to the station before the tank became empty
the gauge had been falling for quite some time
need a replacement  with a turbo valve which is a trendy
get rid of this old  pump which is a real lime.

the fuel in the tank is much like the ol’ days
sluggish and stalls when I drive  in high gear
no pep in my step, the throttle sticks and stays
plenty of smoke stifling  me I choke with fear

in and out of the shop so many of  my trips
titrating the octane  to get the most thrust  
hook up to the pacer tracer to see the engine drips
am told my crankcase is clogged but won’t combust.

had been hoping to drive down victory lane
scan the waves of those classy cars
now with plenty of grime and  strain
I just idle under those million of stars.

an overhaul would surely  make me glow
run with an ejection fracture of over 60 percent
glide to the tune of ‘go daddy go’
getting out of this mud and descent

new filters and gas lines connecting all
boosting up my compression  horsepower
never to sputter again and stall 
will make good time during the rush hour

will need to get a spot n the garage
match up my specs with spotty new parts
do the sponge count  and then a massage
RPM’s steady, all is a go on the charts.

tachs are perfect, no signs of fault
transferring now to air valve inlets
open chambers slowly and do not halt
at first turn over, place your bets

cheers from the side lines all is well
engine purring no pings or dings
successful transfer just listen to the bell
shifting gears to route 66, freedom now rings

analogy of "a new heart"

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