Dusty Dirty
Dusty
dirty
diesel
rag of steel
bakes in the sun
ridiculed
someone spent a part of their life in you
climb in and you can smell it
hours and days and weeks away, away
months of
loneliness and diesel
sweat
and oil
abandoned like the life that left you last
perhaps a life on a farm
where loyal
dogs will piss on your tires
and you’ll carry trusting cattle to their death
as you
trusted your last driver
sun bakes away the last of your glorious paint
your stacks
rust, your tires peel
and I notice a bad leakage from your ass
