American Iron by John McDill

You were in pieces, a wreck
A discarded basket case
Yet I had to possess you
Even in that neglected state
Through the veil of your obscurity
Your potential shined
I know you like no other
The nuts and bolts
I have tightened myself
I kick your lever and twist your throttle
Air, fuel, spark, combustion, pop
You purr like a lion after the feast
Blacktop – white lines – wind in my face
Short moments in time
’74 iron head you were my first
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