Music Of The Cars Poem by Kelly Boutin

Music Of The Cars

Late at night
the cars sound like music
they always have

running away
from the sound of the rain
and droplets of dew on the grass.

Baby, you're my music,
my car is gone
head to the freeway
I listen to our song

late at night
the cars sound like music
they always have.

Wednesday, December 25, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: car,music,running
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