Cars

Unmarked cars to stolen cars, To cars that are used or brand new, From boring to beautiful to hot rodded cars, To cars that are white, black or blue, Cover our streets in our fountain of life, Driving in the darkness of night, When it’s cold and wet or windy and rough, Embracing the road with a light, Hiding the people way out of view, Replacing their face with a shade, A shade that speeds off and is gone in a blur, It blurs in a delicate fade, Each car we see, hear, smell and avoid, Each machine carrying people inside, Displays stories of people living their life, Stories of the people who drive.