Call me Old and Out of Touch,
Perhaps you’re Right – Use as a Crutch.
Memories of My Younger Years,
Maybe share Within my Peers?
I recall in Different Times,
Gas not More than a Few Dimes.
Crusin’ Main – Ridin’ Slow,
Whether being Sun or Snow.
Music Blasting from my Dash,
No concerns about No Cash.
Life was Good – Drivin’ ‘Round,
Up one End – Back Downtown.
Summers best to Cruise our Town,
My Hardtop with Windows Down.
Wave to Friends and Other Guys,
Drive-In stop for Coke and Fries.
Independent and Alive,
When was Out and For a Drive.
Polished Wheels – Even Rust,
Peaceful Times seemed so Robust.