ride

Posted: 03/06/2011 in house of change, house of love

grand dad had a 1958 plymouth

with a push button automatic.

mama kep her daddy’s grave nice at the cemetery

and his car in the garage for years.

i recall

i could lay right down across the back seat–

kick my legs, hit nothin…

that car were bigger than a gymnasium.

when i die,

whether devils or angels take me,

god gotta send them in a 1958 plymouth

with a push button automatic

and tail fins.

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Comments
  1. Tess Kincaid says:

    Gosh, I loved those big ol’ cars. I remember riding my my grandpa’s, too. It had a handle rope across the back of the front seat. I held on and drove it like a chariot.

  2. Oh yes! I so remember those cars – they were CARS!!!! The zooty lines, the big fins, the glamorous lives of the Big People, as seen through our wondering eyes………..I love this poem, it took me back to a more romantic era…………sigh.

  3. hedgewitch says:

    So there’s a car heaven, ya think? And Gabriel’s gonna hot rod down and pick you up? Now that would make it hard to be an atheist.

  4. Brendan says:

    Nothing like thumbing a ride to the Otherworld on an old Plymouth with fins. Moby as Michael’s boat.

  5. Sandra says:

    I’m probably ageing myself if I admit that my dad drove a car as big as a boat…and in those days, you didn’t have to wear a seatbelt. Just stretched out on the back seat.

  6. moondustwriter says:

    My grand dad had an equally huge Chrysler. Gosh bury me in it I’d be happy
    hugs from the Moon

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