Junker Poem by Whitney Jones Olson

i think, i'll drive you away in my dark blue pickup
my kindled descent might keep on burning
riding on hell-bound autopilot
cause my wheels, baby, they just keep on turning.
i thought i loved a dozen riders
i know i rode a dozen more
i maybe hoped they wouldn't get off
while i was opening my door.
i think, i'd like to keep you
reach across and hit the lock
its a bumpy trip, in my dark blue truck
busted brakes & worn-out shocks