Preface: If anyone here has read the poems My Tunnel, Keened Blvd. or anything closely related to them, you'll get exactly what I am talking about.

Take a look at these links if you're looking for them:
The Battery To The Belt - Beast Toast

Kennedy Blvd. (My Tunnel, Part II)

Specifically, My Tunnel
A Few Poems In One Post

Another life
Another chance
Another reason to get back on the road
But I'm still the same old guy
with the same old car
with the battle-scars to prove it

This 67 corvette of a heart of mine
Cracks in the paint
Cracks with the pain that all have felt
Parts overworked to the bone
But yet, not one sputter
Noe one squeal
Not one jolt
Not even a stutter
New spark plugs since someone came around to fix her up

Merging back with the rest of the rush
Coming back into sync with that ocean of red and yellow
Red, white and blue 278 keeping me honest
While black and white 50s keep me coasting
Shimmering gray with those white stripes to keep me on track
Right lane
Top down
Wind going through my hair
The smile returning to my face as the sun comes back into sight
Taking it easy
No time for rush hour
Because either way, I'm getting to where I have to go
To who I want to me
With who I am to be with
To add more stories to tell the youngins, along with the Battery to the Belt

But for now, as I roll within the land of the Kings and Queens
I say goodbye to what was
Not to forget
But to move on
And say hello as a zoom by Astoria
to whatever lies ahead of me.

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Formerly known as El Subestimado
Mi ma'i, mi amor de mi vida: SpicedSugar
Mis hijos: Butterfingered (missing)
Mi hermanita: Dancesintheran, my brother-in-law: Edge_Of_Insanity
Mi Primita: Keena

^^ As he strums his "spanish guitar". Thank you, Toni Braxton.

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cool...I will the others a little later. I thought I got it at first (you're talking about driving an old car, how something something makes you feel when you get on the highway). Good poem.

Arcángel

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Actually, it goes a lot deeper than that but, thank you.

A hint: Think of the road of life, and how people go up and down that read every day. Now, consider the pealing and cracks in the paint as the traisls and tibulations that people face. The cracks in the paint represent the pain that people go through. From there, you can guess the rest. lol

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Formerly known as El Subestimado
Mi ma'i, mi amor de mi vida: SpicedSugar
Mis hijos: Butterfingered (missing)
Mi hermanita: Dancesintheran, my brother-in-law: Edge_Of_Insanity
Mi Primita: Keena

^^ As he strums his "spanish guitar". Thank you, Toni Braxton.