An Old Model Poem by Amber Pennington

My body feels rusty and my temperature hot
I feel like there are parts where there should be not.
I slump in my ride and spin without treed.
Check my dipstick please I got a crack in my head.
My sparks are misfiring and all fluids are low.
I just don’t have the gas to get up and go.
I need to be maintained and get some air in my breather
A lube down or wash, I would prefer either.
My color is faded my insides been junked.
I got bump sticker stickers all over my trunk.
Vision and love is all that is needed
Even though my roof liner has all most receded.
My antenna is bent and I just spit out static.
And my steering goes left just like the democratic.
Does anyone now see the little hot roadster in me?
Age and neglect is not all there can be.
Yes I’m and old model but I carry it well.
There is spirit and passion left in me, hell.
The horn still works so get out of my way.
I might crash tomorrow so I drive...
...for today.
Oh you might see me dead aside life’s street
High mileage blocked out with no shoes on my feet.
You also might find me a quiet surprise.
Yes a revving hot streetcar, hot on enterprise.
A little polish here and an upgrade part there.
And a monster of a machine in the end will fare.