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Ode to an Olds Aroura

by Lacy D Phillips

Brand new blacktop
and a V-8 that loves the road.
Reeling down a straightaway
fast like lightning towards home.
2am and the left lane’s clear.
I’m gonna stand on it, baby,
get us the hell out of here.
‘Cause I’m tired of being on the way.
I want to already be there.
I’d spend my last dime
just to let the world slide by.
I swear, I swear.

400 miles.
The homestretch is mine.
Internal combustion is a gift of God.
And, God, do I love the ride.

04/28/2003

Posted on 04/28/2003
Copyright © 2025 Lacy D Phillips

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Traci Mabats on 05/01/03 at 09:09 PM

I had an Olds Cutlass Supreme. Well till I killed it. Good luck on the loan.

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