I had an almost red

Not quite


When I turned 17

Almost 18

Not quite

She kept me warm

Well, dripping sweat

On hot July nights

Where I’d cover my head

And hide

In the back seat

Of that mustang

Until right before


I was safe

In that dirt parking lot

Behind work


I was not


For once

No on one knew

My secret spot

Go home

Face the demons




Hold that thought

Demons at home

I just realized

Why I never sleep at night

Someone asked me the other day

“Didn’t you have an old red mustang”


Not quite

But yes

I wish I’d driven her further from town

Past that dirt parking lot

To the west coast somehow

I could have outrun those demons

Still hunting me down

I’d go

If I still had that mustang now.

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