Charger R/T

Petal to the floor
Speeding down the highway
The ripped up rag top flapping in the wind
The deep rumble of a hemi
The dirty old charger R / T
Covered in dirt and dust
Uncovered from an old shed
Sleek lines intermixed with dinted fenders
Rust makes home anywhere it finds suitable
The bald slicks hum on the black top
The sun stained seats with covered rips
The crack running through the window
Wind thunders against the partly missing grill
The R / T runs with life
Looking like the dead
The oxidized red paint chips and peels
The cracked racing stripe decals chipping with the paint
The roar of the hemi
The hum of the slicks
The ruined body
The creaked window
Old and rotted away
An American dream
Becomes and American living nightmare
Legend to nightmare