a little matchbox car
a memory of a star
you were always first in line on race day
with your checkered flag
and your Chicago white socks hat
as your dad I shouldnt have let you where that.... laugh laugh
surprise suprise surprise
its racing time.....
the vibration of the engines
calling out positions but I don't hear them
we go our place of parking lot seats
thats where the party is
I wish number 3 would have lived
that concrete rebar wall don't give
I've taught my son well
just how to tell
who will win by the motivation
of the pit crew
I said now don't be rude
but can you see them two
instead of grabbing the Jack they're eating food....
now tie your shoe
remember..... loop and hoop
later that day on the front porch stoop
he's telling his friends how the excitement grew
when the caution flag was raised
And the crash took out a few
when it all was over
And the rumbling came to an end
he said dad, I'd like to do this again
on the way home,
do you think that I could drive
I say hell no
he said damn it why
...thats my little guy
I said because you're only five
I ask him if he thinks he's a driver
then come get behind this wheel
And the tires squeeled
And his smiles real
turn your hat backwards
put her in gear
remember son
no fear......
©akathatguy
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