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| NASCAR by Todd Ellis photo courtesy of publicdomainpictures.net |
It’s a muggy summer morning
And the fans have filled the stands,
Anticipation building
As they await the start command.
Would-be heroes of the asphalt
Are now strapping in their cars,
To fire up those engines
And go racing toward the stars.
The drivers are all focused
On the massive task ahead,
Except for one, whose thoughts trail off
To his post-race plans instead.
The freedom that he finds in speed
Sure makes his soul take flight,
But he finds the same wild feeling
On the stage at karaoke night.
He channels thundering metal
On the track and at the shop,
But when he’s got the microphone
It’s strictly girly pop.
Mariah, Whitney, Katy,
Man, that boy can sing it all;
In a smoky bar or Victory Lane
You’ll find him standing tall.
We know the boy’s got talent,
He can drive like Dale or Jimmie,
But he loves to belt out Winehouse
With an extra shake and shimmy.
So when the green flag flies
He drops the pedal to the floor.
The end of that first lap
Will find them racing door-to-door.
Lap by lap the miles race by
At a frenetic pace.
He drives his crew chief crazy
While he’s humming “Poker Face.”
By the time the race is over
And he sees the checkers fly,
He’s energized to go and chase
His karaoke high.
It’s just two sides of the same coin,
You can’t tear his worlds apart,
‘Cause he’s got motor oil in his blood
And music in his heart.
~~~ This poem was written for a personal challenge from over at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads asking me to write a poem combining car racing and karaoke.
