Cruising
blaring radio
soon to be oldies
of rock & roll
before disco became
moldy.
Shipwrecks of
crush love
litter the streets
of teenage lust
like Playboy magazines
each one printed to
garner cash in a rush.
Seems not much as changed
still hear blaring radios
but no one can really sing
vocal chords in a sling
kinda like karaoke without the machine
cash still drives the greed
lust still litters the scene.
Cruising through life
before long it’s moldy
memory forgets oldies
sounds once blaring
silent as night.
Ignited 