Were I a 1981 Chevy Celebrity,
I’d embrace my high mileage —
the scuffed sidewalls and tiny
tears in my tartan cloth upholstery
the scars of a life well traveled,
and of roads well chosen, though
often at speeds that defied law.
Like a redwood embracing its rings
— or Clint Eastwood running his
thumb along the crows feet that now
punctuate an aging silver squint,
I’d spend what time I have left in
wry contentment, my glovebox a
repository of moldering memories.
— That is, unless some teenager
buys me. In which case, break out
the pine-scented airfreshener, baby!
Because there are field parties to
go to and bonfires to drink around,
pony kegs and and finger banging
a new baptism—summer, renewed!
You can almost–almost, I caution–sing that to the tune of Rush’s “Closer to the Heart”.
Turing = hours, as in How long did it take you to come up with that, anyway?
preview Turing = show
Preview? Perveiw? Whst’s thos ptebieq you speak of?
Mmmmmm….baptism.
Eh, I had a Ford Escort back in the day. From what I recall it never got this excited about the drinking and the finger banging. Nonetheless, I think I understand the intent behind this poem. Shame on you, Jeff.
So–are you an ‘81 Celebrity in the third stanza? I mean, here we were, the text and I, slipping past poignant conditionals…
When, slam! One adolescent later, you’re racing into the future.
I love it. I just wondered if you were writing as a car instead of a celebrity.
at that point.
(sorry, trying to catch the D-backs/Braves game).
At the risk of being boringly literal and overlooking the author’s intent entirely, there’s a ‘79 Malibu for sale on my block. Worth looking at?
I’m trading my 87 Monte Carlo SS for one of them
HHRs.
Gas is $3.80/gal in South Pasadena….
8s out 4s rule!
I think I failed my driving test in a ‘79 Malibu. Yellow. Tried to parallel park it and somehow ran over a deer.
I didn’t fail my first driving test. The ‘63 Chrysler Newport I was driving failed. Dang cowardly driving examiner wouldn’t get in the frickin’ car.
A Chevy haiku
Get in and feel good bra
It’s ok