The Engine Rumbles

The engine rumbles -

Blacked out, humpback

Beast of American muscle,

Come sing to me!

 

Let me rev your motor

And you breathe life into my soul;

Let the atmosphere be offended by your exhaust;

May hard, cold, rich asphalt be torn

By the screeching of your wheels;

 

I see your fiberglass

I don’t wish it steel –

I want you to be you, to race as you race.

Hot molten lava on a highway,

Black fire and smoke on a country road.

Man, be mad, be wild, be free –

Be the beast someone built you to be

On that closed down assembly line.

 

You wayward child, you dying breed,

Look up to the night sky,

Scream at the stars,

Howl at the heavens,

And let your soul be free.

 

The engine rumbles –

And somewhere, somehow I know

It rumbles for me.