Glory Days

Gleaming in the sun, my cherry-red skin Low, throaty purring, ready engine’s sound Over the chalked line, tires screech, we begin Road blurs, turquoise Mustang fades, I am crowned Yesteryear still lives in my heart, tearing Days of rusted glory are never drowned Ages since I’ve seen the face of caring You stop your car and stare with knowing grin Springsteen’s song on your radio, blaring 6/12/16 © By Author For contest: Rusted and Busted Sponsor: Casarah Nance Terza Rima Rhyme scheme ababcbcac 10 syllables/line