My old Chevy
purchased for $150
was broken down
it was old and slow
as date night arrived
I planned to hitchhike
to a dance and walked
to a busy highway
a police lady stopped
asked if she could help
I smiled, said it was friday
I wanted to go to a dance
and my car was in the shop
She wished me good luck
and winked good-bye
A fire-red Corvette slowed
a girl in her late teens
with a gorgeous smile
asked if I would like
to go for a ride
this was the beginning
of a dazzling relationship
I’m not sure what changed
we stopped dating
maybe my Chevy
drove too slow
and her Corvette
drove too fast
the relationship ended
as quickly as it began