An ode to the end of the muscle car era.
Muscle car
Shiny reflection
Four speed on the floor
Two door
Burning rubber
Ever more
Muncie tranny
Big block
Injectors pumping
Stomped throttle
Nitrous bottle
Open headers
Ground pounding
Big blower
And much more
Great compression
Giant cam
Lifters pumping
Pistons with big bore
Visits to
The hot rod store
Fire breathing
Four stroke
This nasty engine
Is no joke
It’s a monster
Full of power
It’s a 454
So be sure
You’ve got the horses
Before you make your play
Or this big
Bad nasty Chevy
Will blow you away
But Bo Jack knows
When you come creeping
Up to the traffic light
Your heart will start trembling
And you’ll be full of fright
When my rumbling
Grumbling power
Will blow
Out of your sight
So unless you
Own a hemi
Don’t challenge me to race
Or you’ll only see my taillights
And smell the burning rubber
In your face
I’m really only kidding
I don’t have her any more
Just a trip down memory lane
With the Bo Jack 454
But stay tuned in for next time
I have more stories to tell
Way back when
In high school
The Chevy Man
Was my nickname
My Camaros
Chevelles and Novas
Would put your car to shame
Why must all good things come to an end? Okay, I wasn’t around for the muscle car era, but that doesn’t mean I can’t mourn its passing 
And why must you keep reminding me of my dad? A ‘57 Chevy would be his dream car. I think I would prefer a late 60’s or early 70’s model.
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