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Chevy Days

Contributed by gdo on Tuesday, 14th August 2007 @ 12:31:23 PM in AEST
Topic: goodbyepoetry



I’m on a bus,
The baby in back of me wails.
The mother shushes him.
He kicks the back of my seat.
The mother shushes him.

The old man next to me is sleeping.
He breathes in,
And out.
He breathes in.
I can hear the air whistling through
His dentures.
Leaning against my window,
Wishing,
Dreaming,
Dreaming dreams of yesteryear.

I can still smell his cigarettes
Mixed with the scent of gasoline.
A smell that always reminds me of memories.
Memories of riding in his beat-up Chevy.

“Wanna ride?” he asked slowly
in his western twang.
Eyes glittering like the moon,
A smile spread across his face.

“OK” I said coolly.

His A/C was broken,
But it didn’t matter.
The breeze from the dirty windows
Would always be enough.

Arizona is hot
Especially in the summertime.

“Where to?” he asked.
“Anywhere!” I shouted
full of glee.
I loved playing these games with him.
The first one to laugh lost the game.

Laughing,
I leaned over the seat
And kissed him.
Oh! I wish those
days could last forever!

But now,
That old man is still snoring,
Baby is still crying,
And the smell of cigarettes and gasoline
Is potent in the air.
Still reminding me of
The man I am leaving today.

Boston is far from Arizona
Especially in the wintertime.




Copyright © gdo ... [ 2007-08-14 12:31:23]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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