My Rare Automobile

A flaming, flamboyant, fluorescent orange,
Matte black rims as dark as winter's soul,
The blinding showroom lined with automobiles is a bank vault,
The lights are like beacons piercing the early morning fog,
A car cover hugs the machine like a coat,
As smooth as marble the leather seats envelope your body,
Crisp tunes dance out of the singing Speakers,
Not a crumb in sight as the piece of art accelerates away in a flash.