American teens in short jean shorts
cut with knives for summertime.
Cold bottles of high life, sitting
on curbs, looking under Jeeps and Mustangs.
Unbolting starters and alternators
looking for the florid heart of the engine.
Smoke grease stained cigarette butts with
blackened hands and cut fingers.
Tools that don't fit bolts, those were
made in other countries.
The only way we can get anything
done is with brute force.
And we slip, we knew we would,
strip the bolt and scuff
our knuckles. Cursing and bleeding
on a piece that doesn't understand,
why we are being so malicious.