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
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