Jack Rubs a Chevy

Jack rubs a Chevy with candour and grace
Cloth shining paint
Sunny blue skies
No mark too faint
For Jack's eagle eyes
He doesn't let up until he sees his face

Reflected back at him with pride in his smile
His work is now done
And maybe, just maybe
It's time for some fun
A ride in his baby
Cruises right down the road, mile by mile

The sun slowly settles down for the night
Up the driveway
Old man and old car
Then, the next day
They'll again travel far
The bond they share is of towering height 

The End

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