Holden Solo

Rookie (1975 - 2008)

Vanishing Point - Poem by Holden Solo

The bet -
drive from Denver
to San Francisco
in less than
fifteen hours

in an Alpine White
Dodge Challenger R/T

with a 440 cubic-inch
Magnum V-8
and a
Pistol Grip
4-speed manual tranny

that's supercharged
baby.

it's got a
wood-rim steering wheel
and a throaty roar

Super Soul
will have my back
on the AM radio

I'll have a pocket
full of Benzedrine

and a trunk
full of Kryptonite.

I am
the last
American hero

and I think
I can make it.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 13, 2009



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