Beretta

by jordon   Jun 13, 2007


The car goes faster
we're pushing 105
how far will he take it
another car in sight
still hands on the wheel
eyes on the speedometer
not a sound elsewhere
its peaceful
the open road
the speeding car
he looks up focussing on my face
his music blares
inside your mind
you can hear the wind pass by
its amazing how peaceful 105 can be

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