Deluxe

White smoke
from the tailpipe,

A 1946 Ford Super Deluxe
placed on this highway by God.

There’s a thunder head on the horizon.

The young girl in the backseat
sweats in a sundress,
messed up hair and braless,
carelessly she spills her beer.
Forever tied down to a memory
of humidity, pelting rain, and the smell of pussy.

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