Poetry - DA Boucher

Modified V-8 Ford

Hot, mid-summer's night
moist sweltering city side,
need a break in da night
pick-up da gang, go for a ride...

Makin' da run ta breakwater,
makin' da run ta breakwater...

Boys in da back seat
poundin' back da beer,
honey's in da front seat
sittin' really near.
Detroit planted power,
crimson an' chrome,
no foreign pansy power,
iron an' steel from home...

Makin' da run ta breakwater
cooler fulla beers
makin' da run ta break copper
dry county nears;
makin' da run ta breakwater,
makin' da run ta breakwater...

Ciggy box 'o' fresh breezes,
trunk full 'o' malt,
coolin' ocean breezes,
seafood, an' salt.
After hours at da shore,
skinny, snorkel dippin',
fire brightens shore,
an' volleyball trippin'...

Makin' da run ta breakwater
car-loada queers
makin' da run ta break copper
dry county nears;
makin' da run ta breakwater,
makin' da run ta breakwater...

Hot, mid-summer's morn,
steamy, moonlit ocean side,
blindin' sunrise morn,
pack-up da gang for tired ride...

Made da run ta breakwater...
made da run ta breakwater...
made da run ta breakwater...

and, oh,

what a time it was, too.