Shining, smooth red paint,
Not a dent mars your metallic planes
Your windshield is unblemished,
By bug or bird droppings.
Your horn, so melodious,
Your mileage, so grand
300 miles to a tank!
And your stereo system, what bliss
with CD and tape and AM/FM
Your doors, so unlocked…
I want to climb inside
And drive away.