Drive In
Morning sunrise through the sleepy eyes of a young boy bringing
anticipation of sundown and a starlit night
while the chevy still slept in front of the house soon to be
treated to a sponge bath and turtle wax while an internal cleansing
prepared for the evenings adventure dollar a carload
and the carload is two
cruising to the row in the back and waiting for a show to start
that would never be seen
for you were the queen of the last row
of the drive in picture show
And I was the fresh prince of the back seat
of my Bel Air.
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2007
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