I'm the car that's new again
Lathered wet I stand in the gutter,
And quietly move in line,
To the rub that’s a dreamy decadence,
The rub that’s deeply divine.
Then those monster legs begin,
The twirling, twisting blue and green,
Rumbling, massaging, wiping off,
Transforming dirt to sheen.
I walk on water as I’m hit with air,
The pressure and the heat,
Before all arms are up, and
I’m pushed out to the street,
And I drive for everyone to gaze,
At my beautiful view,
After sitting in the weekly car wash,
Making me shiny and new.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2017
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