purple like a recovering black eye
beaten with less than quarter of gas
will never make that cross country trip again.
roars with his foot on the accelerator
no woman in their right mind
would want to cruise as a passenger
a soldier's first truck
a bent fender above the rest
still hums like that song
stuck in your head
that you can't think of the title
like the army maybe beaten once
but comes back stronger.
slept in, cried in, in lovable rage
smiles when driven and frowns when parked
resurrected by auto salvage romantics
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