Carhop Poems - Poems about Carhop

...Run Bacon run, the sound come echoing from the gun, run bacon run there is nothing to fear hold on to the third and the fifth gear. The oil is in the hip, grease your joints before you take that dip.......

Continue reading...

...I fell in love with a banjoist who was playing in a gym He had blackshank but I did not know when I fell in love with him. I was a carhop drawing caricatures at a Diner named Big Jim. We knew we w......

Continue reading...

...Book is the only stop Where all halt from top For knowledge or whop Of all sort and thoughts slop. Though it clear drains prop For teacher or for carhop. They are vaguely clear lop Whenever re......

Continue reading...