Blue steel and yellowed paper
Wrinkled skin and settled thoughts
Their moment captured by me
Like the one before them so
They talk of the time in front of them
Back before the road they drove on
Static print and leather seats
Coffee breath and untrimmed whiskers
The one tells the other about her
And both men laugh and smile at youth
Inside perhaps they cry for longing of theirs
But today they just simply ride and share
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