The car was all flat, satin black
with tinted windows and gunmetal rims.
It was born in the fifty’s,
got a new lease when the century turned,
and it sounded as if it was very angry…
all the time.
Its grille smiled with teeth of black chrome
and it wanted to chew up everything in its path.
It did own the whole fucking road!
I never knew its name, it never told me,
but I called it Victor when it was mine.