The Drive
The Drive
I see the ghost-like hulks
Ready to cough into action
To move the heavy earth
Ere the misty air of morning brightens
But now it is with the night we move
The car and I
The road pulls and stretches
As our wheels grind it underneath
We pass with a low growl
Now a smooth ahhh
Now a vlit vlit vlit
Hurtling through the dark hours
Red lights tearing at the tarmac
Memories of a rave tuned passage
The blank lights find a path through the night
Taking me away from home
Copyright © Pete Bemment | Year Posted 2011
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