In the suns of yesterday
Fierce as a dragon
Ripples of mischief
That once carried and traveled far
Under the vermilion mutilated veil
The ache of waiting
The engine empty now
No music to play
Just the beat of centuries of rain
Neither a saint nor marvel
Dislocated by time
Bright dragon of youth
Discarded and obsolete
Hoping for a last good-bye.
Life From A Park Bench 
you know there are so many stories in side that car too…once former glory…now fading to rust…