Yesterday's Joyride

A body of chipped paint and red rust, A weathered windshield under the dust Steering wheel aims in one last turn, Dashboard suffers from many a sunburn Her cracked mirrors are still adjusted, Her upholstery is worn out and busted Seats tilted since the last time driven, Still positioned in an adjustment given Smashed headlights and dull chrome, Flat tires sunken into her final home Once a brand new beauty, now, junk, Only memories fill the empty trunk The road trips taken across the nation, Radio's still tuned to a favorite station She's over the hill and forced to stay, As yesterday's joyride eases into decay.