Contessa Classic

It had four wheels that rolled

and one that steered too.

a shiny chrome lining

and doors, not one. but two!

.

Cold frost on the windows,

metal spurs, all shrunk

a maroonsilver finish

and an engine’s mighty spunk

.

A quick livered airway,

that coughed a carbon black

when you pushed on the trigger

it roared. then went slack

.

Wide hollowleather seats

and a Steampunk’d radio

play’d a crackly AM station

and the only song they know

.

Flittering longclocked ashes

by the handle, either side

remanants of a speaker

and his misbegotten pride

.

Racing by each dollycart

and their semi-wealthy wares

speeding down each alley

unconsciously aware

.

It had four wheels that rolled

and one that steered too.

my countessa classic

i lost it all with you.

– Delhi, India