Restless nigths
when letters become words and words become poemsArchive for Boys cars and streets
Boys, cars and streets
Boys with leather jackets
and narrow leged jeans
the night and empty streets
and heavy machines
come on, race the engines
let them roar
burn the tires
as we race in our little war
blow’em all off,
in the first heat
tonight we’re gonna kill’em
we’re racing in the street
(C) 2005
