No Trunk
helping her
backing up
she's not a
truck
no beep beep
beep sound
as i try to
guide
her between
my lines so
use your
mirrors
though objects
in your mirror are
closer then they
appear
now you have
reached my
concrete
seems
to me to have
placed you
like glue
against
me as i get
your key
from
out
my pocket not
at first but
then i
see
that's why
your chassis
is so classy as
you are for you are
a sports car
revving my
engine to
find that
your
boot
is in
the
front
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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