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 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.