Poetry Corner
Posted by questionmarkinc on July 4, 2009
This one’s for all the old-school motorheads out there:
DARK ANGEL
Seemed to rumble out of nowhere
On a dark and foggy night
A big-block ’55 Chevy
Just looking for a fight
On its front fenders Gothic letters
Dark Angel is what it said
And we heard him coming miles away
Those glasspacks woke the dead
This uninvited stranger
Was followed by a hearse
And though we never spoke it
We knew it was a curse
Like a ghost from misty nightmares
Dark Angel never lost a race
With smoky blacked out windows
No one ever saw his face
This Chevy had no license plates
And we never got his name
But sure as hell I’ll tell you
He was master of his game
So many poor slobs lost their pinks
The poor souls stood no chance
With a hellish shift to second
It was over in a glance
So we summoned our best hero
Drove a hemi of great fame
Tony was our champion
The whole state knew his name
We were sure we’d get our pinks back
Good ole’ Tony would settle scores
But on that fateful Friday night
Dark Angel blew off his doors
Dark Angel ran his last race
In the summer of ’69.
In a ball of white-hot fire
He was still first across the line
Now they never found a body
Not even bone or ash
His proxy pulled up in that hearse
Grabbed the pink slips, keys, and cash
Better pray you never see that Chevy
Comin’ fast up on your rear
‘Cause I’ll tell you one thing brother
The chill of death is near
Now as the legend tells it
In the mist and dark of night
The Angel’s out there cruising
Still looking for a fight
c. D.L. Lucchesi 2009
