Twist the key. Maybe...
Again. This time for surrre...
Purrrrrr.

Press the pedal. Wait...
Soon. The car moves forward...
Unhurried.

Too many years. Really...
Worn. It has lost...
It's zoom.

Floating along. I am...
Safe. After all...
It's a tank.

Twist the key to off. Only...
The motor, isn't...
Ready to stop.

I walk away. Waiting...
Gasp, backfire...
Now the car is done.

Cadilac. Once new...
Coincidentally...
My zoom's gone too.