Beautiful Steel Bodies

Beautiful Steel Bodies
An awkward midnight ritual, thud dancing on upturned hulls, of sunken ships long run aground
Driving down the old route thirty something, music blaring from enormous speakers on the back seat
Carefree days of sunny summer mornings, easy lunches, long afternoons, warm balmy evenings

Sounds of Led Zepplins filling the air, puffing clouds of mystery, windows rolled up tight as a drum
Picnics on steep hillsides, laying on backs in afternoon suns, dining in restaurants every evening
Music so loud there was no thinking, only sensing, viewing, observing, interacting, lots of laughing

Eleven A-M in the zone, early for some, when suddenly a sight no one should behold, but there it was
Two tons of steel rolling end over end, in the opposite lane, going the opposite way, end over end
Wonderment and bewilderment, amazement with no concerns, responsible to no one, just looking

Driver at the wheel, looking out the window, we all strained our necks looking back as it rolled on by
Face carved in stone, visible, silent, not one sound from the outside world only the blaring music
On our way we went, never looked back, on our ways to see some friends, eleven a-m in the morning