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Cruising

I've been trying out poetry lately... please tell me what you think and what you got from the poem. All comments, suggestions, or criticisms are appreciated.
Fresh car smell,
Sharp white paint,
Shining set of silver keys.

Tires hit the road,
Squealing at 85,
A new stereo,
Black and red flames.

85 to 40,
Cruising on the freeway,
To Montana or D.C.

Flat tire,
Broken tail lights,
A shot engine,
Sitting idle in the garage
But not for sale.
On a scale of one to ten, how hard is my poem to understand?
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Published: 6/4/2014
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