A Study in Fading Cars
Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.
A few rusty memories.
There She Rolled By
chrome shining like the noon day sun. I caught her eye. She caught mine
I almost fainted at viewing such beauty, although she being a noisy machine
Then I was hyptonized by her new smell of her seats and her perfect lines.
She rolled slowly, classy, roof of white, body of green.
Man, what a car she was.
I was just 17, ready for driving, ready for a woman's love
Sweaty hands did not become me as I walked toward her
She winked and I was hooked by that secret love from above.
I stammered, fumbled to find the words, and heard that cat-like purr.
Man, what a car she was.
She was the type that made me leave my home--
Most times I slept in the backseat all alone.
No job. No cash. Nothing but a beating heart so blue
I awoke and found two-dollars, I was thin as a bone.
Man, what a car she was.
She was many times my shelter, my warmth, my hope in the sunshine
A haven of soft retreat. No words could explain . . .
I found myself in a trance-like state, talking to her in poems line-by-line.
Then I would fall to the ground, stuttering, she was laughing in my pain.
Man was a car she was.
Time reveals himself such an enemy taking what he wants, when he wants
I was shackled by poverty, little hope, just a carseat to find rest.
She just giggled and stayed quiet. I did catch her winking, boldly taunting.
I was beaten to the soul. I surrendered to her alone. I failed her test.
Man what a car she was.
Resting in peace. Finally.
© 2019 Kenneth Avery
Comments
Elijah A Alexander Jr from Washington DC on December 18, 2019:
What a magnificent read, Kenny, keep it up and you will become one of HP's Elites.
DreamerMeg from Northern Ireland on December 18, 2019:
What a great poem. Reminds me of "Long may you run" by Neil Young, that was about a car too. Some vehicles are just so memorable.
John Adebisi from Nigeria on December 18, 2019:
What a car she was! Thank you for painting her picture with beautiful words. May her soul rest in peace.
In the meantime I'm in love with one of her descendants.
I am Jeep. Joy is BMW. We have a mutual friend. She’s Mercedes. But between Joy and her friends, the car that cares will be my wife!
Annie Messeri from Spain on December 18, 2019:
That is lovely - I have an "old car" and I know exactly how you feel. Do you know what? I simply can't let her go...she is my friend and I still say good morning to her every day.
