Stagnant stench of stale smoke
Roaring wind a thundering whisper
To the bass guitar,
Cranked to maximum decibal destruction.

Through a travel stained view,
Foggy wisps carress the pines,
Moving like a lover's hands
Upon a virgin's skin.

Musty air clings to the nose
Inhaled deep--tasting fresher,
Cleaner than the sickly sweet
Tobacco mass produced.

Venting from the plastic grates,
A stream of lukewarm air
Mingling with the chill
Escaping through the open window.

Heavy hum and steady roar
From the pussy cat V4
Molded to the plastic frame
Protecting fragile cargo.