• griotzaki 5w

    The Mechanic

    Attracted to broken people,
    some with missing souls ,
    others with missing parts ,
    Oil leaking from their chassis ,
    some with milage on their hearts .

    Roll up in my garage ,
    These are not scars,
    these are my war paint,
    these are only beauty marks
    I wear my pain as a badge.

    I am equip,
    to clean rusted chrome,
    to give you a jump start ,
    grease your brake pads
    and take a peep at that exhaust pipe.

    I know you are exhausted,
    I can hear the rumbling in your engine,
    you have been roaming these streets all night .
    As your last driver ; was drunk and almost end your life.

    You were left wondering
    wandering ,
    unsure if you will encounter a good mechanic.
    with compassion , with the proper skill set...
    One that will give that vintage body respect.
    Buffer out every dent,
    then
    Open my garage door and let you exit.

    As broken cars never stay ,
    after being restored ,
    the mechanic was allow them to continue along their way.
    ©griotzaki