Techno City

A muscle car nestled in powered towers of Techno City. Not parked but waiting. Waiting for it all to kick back in. Its coming back. The speakers, towers like monuments, battered over time, still stand tall/ proud. They've been through a lot. Casting over the city of concrete, wood, steel-encased bass bins, interlocked with skyscrapers, the city where underground legends were made. Exposed power lines without shame feeding Metro Detroit with that city hummm. The car exists as a reminder of the Motor City roots. The speakers remain as monuments. Detroit endures as the home of techno.