My rusty red beater
Squealing
Sourly
Parked
On their pristine
And newly poured curb
Amongst mansions
That cost more to heat
Than the rent I paid
A plume of steam or smoke
Billowed forth from her hood
As a dragon would
Puffffffffffffffffff
As blue as my collar
Before shuttering
To end her labor
With a turn of her
Worn and loosely held
Key
I stood out
Obviously
As heads turned
And a few snickered
At least I got here
And she is all mine
As a waitress
A car at all, was divine
The gap was made
Blatant
In comments
That followed
I thought he was joking
And having fun poking
At me and my ride
Just a friendly chide
But when no laugh followed
Something in me hollowed
He was serious
And quite curious
Why I wouldn’t have been thinkin’
That I should have bought a Lincoln
(!)
-JETodd
Thin Tin String 