Vroom Vroom (101)

I am not a brand new


BMW
Not a


Rolls-Royce
Or a


T-Bird.




Paint clawed,




Dashboard nicked,




I am worn.




Backseat frayed,




Steering wheel splintered,




I am a ’92 Toyota;
I function.
I do not glisten or gleam.




Dirt caked tires,




Dust caked windows.

Reminisce,


Times you howled with laughter



or Sodium tears pooled on my upholstered





Heart.



Midnight rides to nowhere,



Broken down in cedar





Forests,



Drunken nights,



Trippin’ experiences.
Comfort found in my seats.
You know me.
I’m just your ’92 Toyota.