My '65 Rambler

My ’65 Rambler in 1979 i learned to drive in a 1965 turquoise rambler three on the tree cracked, dusty leather smelling like an old fisherman’s boot the sun spotlighted that car bouncing off of the irreverent turquoiseness wherever I went like a giant florescent highlighter hanging above my head most of the prayers in my life were made fervently in that car… Please, God don’t let anyone see me in this heap Until One day I discovered Exactly what 365 horses Could do… And suddenly I was cool Faaaast and cool And always First.