Janky little Emilio.
With his cracked windows and mirrors
Rust ridden body, interior peeling from the inside out
But he got me from A to B
VW emblem torn out
Body so banged up, battle scars from the past
Who knows where you were before I had you
Your spray painted hood, rusting from neglect
White and black like a bulls-eye
Marking me as a target
Police profiling, followed by a shakedown
“Are you holding any heroin, Miss?”
“Fresh out I’m afraid, would you care for a mint?”
Solid little piece, despite his appearance.
But a fucked up fuel pump.
“Climb under the car, hit it with a rock!”
To get the engine started.
It’s a great way to make friends.
“Take this rock, hit my car. Pleased to meet you.”
And every day as we drove
I was certain it would be our last.
“Just a little ways to go!”
He was there when I needed
To get me where I needed to be
Little mangled Emilio
Banged up and damaged, just like me.
His days were numbered
I had to say goodbye
Off to the chop shop with you
Thanks for the times, Emilio.
Thanks for the ride.