Ode to a Swapmeet Queen
Sexier today, at the age of 42
Than she could have been,
"Brand spankin' new"
Beautiful, and black
Sportin' iridescent flake
My 74" tin-top
A straight-leg, solid-mount shake
9 feet long....with an avon speed rib leading the way
A complete throwback,
To, "back in the day"
She's a jock-shift roller
With no front brake
Got a couple inches of stretch
With an impossible rake
Radius rod, Harley springer
Up ahead of a coffin tank
She's got a ratchet-top 4
With a kick-only crank
Stars, and spokes
Make the hoops spin
And that damn open belt
Tore my pantleg...again
A mechanical drum
Slows the ol' girl down
And Joe Hunt throws a spark
To bring her 'round
While the Skinner's Union mixer
Mounted up, and away
Flows with elixir
To quench her throat
Like a straight shot of bourbon
To sate, burn, and eventually coat
The inside, of her long, shotgun drags
As they rumble in your ears
Athena, and I
Ascend through the gears
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