Dragging Main

Polish my “Wheels” – even the rust,

radio loud – ’twas really a must.

“Chick” by my side –  was ever so sweet,

cuddling close on my bench seat.

Summer’s were best to drive around town,

in my old hardtop with all windows down.

Wave to our friends and other cool guys,

stop at the drive-in for burgers and fries.

Felt independent and so much alive,

memories fond and still they survive,

as part of my past and stuck in my brain,

of young and in love while just dragging main.

 

 

 

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