They met me at the airport
Just like they said they would
One guy with a sign,
two more with a hood
We all nodded politely
and headed for the door
They bound my wrists behind me
and put me on the floor
Two long hours in the back of a van
driven badly around the city
just as fast as they can
Off came the hood
up went the door
and I got a funny feeling
I'd been here before
A business park
on the outskirts of town
Three units back, two units down
We scanned our palms and irises
and stepped inside
Sure enough, there was my ride
A Swedish stunner in Edwardian Gray
with a sagging headliner and a dirty ashtray
A two liter 4 under a clamshell hood
Boosting plenty healthy
and sounding good
That roof so high
The hood so low
The way the greenhouse wraps around its occupants -
it just says
Go, go, go, go, go
I never had a more faithful steed
Safety
Comfort
Stealth and speed
It had been more than twenty years
since I put her away
But one whiff of cracked leather
brought me right back to that day
Nothing that anyone could do about it now
and there were more important issues
at hand
I grabbed that rubbery shifter
and I threw it in first
Spun the front tires
and launched with a lurch
I had a pressing obligation
one thousand miles away
with a -
well, let's just say
an old friend
Across the high arid plains
I drove all night
Not another vehicle
or soul in sight
Sixteen valves tapping out their code
The oldest song I know
I reached my destination
in a cold, cold sweat
How I was received,
I honestly forget
My friend must have known
why I had come.
He didn't even try to run
That roof so high
The hood so low
The way that function has made a slave of form
it just says
Go, go, go, go, go
I've never had a more faithful steed
Safety
Comfort
Stealth and speed

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