my velocimeter
spins up
familiar songs
played out
on instruments
of alloyed wheel
as black tires
this blackened road

though this velocimeter shows
demarcations of decimal
my mind multiplies
to hexadec

just multiply
change five to eight
who could hate
the blessed rate
of old five five
as eighty-eight

le temps de mille
en passant de bornes
nevermind the dial
the needle’s numbers
this road does speak

oh sweet sixteen
through which i steer
each mille de mille
or sixteen oh nine
forget the count
it’s the rapturous feel

true velocimeter
the road vibrates
these feet and hands
feel melodic hum
this fragrant song
echoed on the wind

About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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