Best Hot Rod Poems

Hot Rod
Dr. James E. Martin
©January, 2014


His hot rod was way too fast.
His lot was quickly cast.
He felt the need
For continual speed,
No gas station was ever passed....

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WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO
CARS THESE DAYS?
THEY SURE AREN'T BUILT
THE SAME AS YESTERDAYS

WHAT YOU SEE ON THE ROAD
IS NOTHING MORE THAN A PLASTIC MOLD
THERE IS NO WAY TO 
COMPARE TO THE OLD

THEY USED TO HAVE CLASS
A CERTAIN KIND OF FLARE
YOU REMEMBER LIKE A 
55 CHEVY BEL-AIRE

HOT RODS ARE....
TOUGH, LOUD, AND MEAN
CARS TODAY SOUND
LIKE SEWING MACHINES

67 MUSTANG,...

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Climb inside and buckle in
Anxiously twisting the key
As a mechanical symphony roars to life
Setting nine hundred horses free

The machine becomes an extension 
Of my own flesh and bone
My heart beats in choppy rhythm
While eight cylinders scream in tone

Launch sequence initiated
The green bulb’s affirmative glare
Release one button as I depress another
The front tires suspend in mid...

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An old hulk sitting on barren land.
Many times it was sold and bought.
A '32 Ford Five Window,
now all rusted and left to rot.

At one time this old car was new.
At one time it was washed every week.
At one time it was waxed and shined,
before it became an antique.

Changed hands many times in its life.
The next...

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Have you ever gone out to the garage, slid behind the wheel of that Bowtie, twisted the key and lit off that big Rat …
Rolled out to the middle of the culdesac, two clicks down into low, left foot over the brake while you slowly depress with the right ...
And just as the squeal of...

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Body of steel
Ready to deal
You get the feel
Supercharged
All revved up
With the cover up
Me behind the wheel

Oil and sleeze
Punch and Squize
Engine grease
Running like a breeze
You make me
Beg on my knees

Hot Rod Baby
Hot Rod Baaaabbyyyy
My Nitro Lady
Baby scream, scream, and screaaammmm

Light is red
The race is set
Pumping adrenalin as
As I’m soaking sweat
Moaning and screaming
Yeaaahh , You know what...

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If I was a race car, 
I’d be shooting gasoline.
Red hot throttle, 
Ice cold chrome
Built to speed
I’m a wild man
Baby, I’m a hot rod

Hey there jellybean
I got a thing for you
I’m going to put a thing on you
I’m nothing but power
And you’re a pinstripe dream
Cool out and get in
Dont buckle up 
Dont think

I cant give...

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As if pushing against that one girl who bumped into me on the sidewalk.

And never said sorry, and never looked back…

It gives me strength.

To close me into the car.

Against the fall wind.

The wind that tries to tip my car over, but never succeeds! 

I shake off the chill.

The cold never wins.

Against me and this machine!

The...

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