The hubcap covers the rim, decorative ;
Although, the rubber can still be seen /
Felt, friction on the pavement /
Tar macadam, the smell of brimstone,
The whining changes in pitch,
The sonorous hum of modernity

Across bridges, through tunnels .
The lugs mark the milestones
Of the year ; the accumulative breaking
Dust / rust, the wear of slowing inertia,
Each revolution the time in the journey .
The tread wears—picks up / casts off

Debris from the road : some wedges
Into the jaggedness, evidence of geological
Travels / travails, the thinning of the
Shell / shield from buffeting / bombardment—
Blowout ! Entry into the junkyard,
Waiting for the eventual burial of all tires .