The horses under my hood are wild with go,
And I can feel the cylinders low
And rumbling like my tires on the road.
They pump out the miles I sow.
I can hear it all because the radio
Quit a few thousand turns ago.
Oh, let that internal combustion flow
Like a ragged piece of my own soul
Down this mother road
From California all the way home.
The horses under my hood run wild with go.
©ACMF
I wrote this poem in October of 2013. I was working 3rd Shift at the time monitoring commercial and residential security systems. I had a 1997 Nissan Maxima. The car was a beater, and that's being kind. However, it ran well and had a lot of pep. At one point, it had been a really nice car and someone just trashed it. I came along and scooped it up because I could afford it and needed a car.
It had gremlins. The radio only worked when it felt like it. The car came standard with Bose speakers, so when it did work, it was Ah-MAZING. The AC also didn't work, so I'd fly I-40 at 70mph with the window cracked. I wrote that poem ^^^ in my head on the way to work one night.
If you're not familiar with U.S. geography, I-40 runs some of the same route of the famous Route 66 ending in California. I'm in North Carolina, and it's a mainstay around here for a fast commute between neighboring towns. I drove it home from Las Vegas in 2009 after living out there for 4.5 years.
Route 66 is iconic....I-40 is Nouveau Iconic. <--- I'm coining a term. You saw it here first, kids.
I shared this to go with today's writing prompt. If you enjoy writing, check out my daily writing prompts exclusive to Steemit. I share these from my brain. - https://steemit.com/writing/@quietdeluxe/your-daily-writing-prompt-from-quietdeluxe-16
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the poem.
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