A Slick Set of Wheels

  We kill time on the curb

across from the club with our slow J,

watching life pass us by

like a slick set of wheels,

like the slick set of wheels parked

here to parade its owner's fast pace:

V-8 with virgin pink lacquer,

the cornersand gritting the teeth

of tread sneering fresh.

We wonder if the polished dude

so proud of it wears a turtleneck,

a medallion & manicured nails.

What a place to park his boast,

so close, so bravely in our faces.

We kill time on the curb

long enough to watch old beer-bellied

T-shirt sag near our feet, crank up,

change into old tires & burn out.