Busted Knuckles

I saw a truckload of fun 
barreling down the road. 

A Model A in shambles,
A Chevy pickup from the 70's - a towing crane on the back
A VW van in full patina of experience. 

Where it was headed I cannot tell. 
West, to a place I want to follow. 
To see these machines make men out of boys 
To infuse character to all humans who tinker. 

Steel seems to grow alive 
with stories as it ages. 
People and grease breath life 
into these masses of metal 
one busted knuckle 
and turn of the socket wrench at a time. 


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