Shutdown In Bed
It happened on a day when all was right.
Two hot cars, looking out of sight.
The day was here for the big race.
They both would give it all it takes.
My fuel injected Sting Ray and a 413.
Revving up their engines and sounding mean.
When the flag went down we were off.
All the smoking tires could make you cough.
He was getting rubber in every gear.
But, I was still out front without any fear.
All was just a blur as scenery flew by.
He was getting beat by ’that other guy.’
‘That other guy’,—- meaning me.
I was ahead, and all could see.
He had a ram induction, but it’s understood.
I had a fuel injected engine sitting under my hood.
Just before I won, I woke up in bed.
What were these dreams in my head?
I don’t race cars. I’m way too old.
I would never do something so bold.
Must be a flashback of childhood dreams.
Brought on by The Beach Boys “Shutdown,” it seems.
That song made me feel alive back then.
Now, I’m dreaming I am at it again.
————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)