Not your typical first-car poem

It wasn’t a muscle car, never garnered a ‘cool’
never showed up in a Beach Boys song (though we sure
got around) friends thought me an automotive fool

At 19, I bought a ’69 Plymouth Fury    station wagon,
brand new to some unknown nuclear-family when I was only 10.

No family to haul on vacation, no suburbia to impress
a bag of groceries every week or two at best
wasn’t the car of a typical teen’s dreams, but of mine.

A modified Detroit behemoth; Chrysler custom-bored 486 
with power to spare; a friend and I pegged 120 once, on a dare.

Vinyl bucket seats, to boot. Semi-cool comfort, at least.

Back seat folded down, I had a rolling den of potential iniquity
carpeted with hemmed-edge samples from a local furniture store;
psychedelic mosaic in varying depths and shades of ‘70’s shag
my friend Jeff and I could double date, lie four abreast on the
open tailgate at the local drive-in, sometimes watching the movie.

My friend Rick drove a ’68 ‘Cuda; Kelly, a Kelly-green Camaro
Jeff drove a yellow Monza and Mike a purple-and-primer GTO
a simple revving of their engines caused girls heads to turn
smiles to entice, weekends to take immediate shape.

I had to work a little harder at all that.

Like most of my younger romances, I drove it to the very end,
leaving it dead on the shoulder of a northern Minnesota two-lane;
took the memories and the keys with me, think about it now and
then it’s a guy thing…there’s just something about that first car.

Even a ’69 Plymouth station wagon.

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About poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 to help rebuild the worst public school system in America. It is a huge challenge to say the least. Now, after ten years, I have returned home to my native Midwest. Writing - in many different forms and ways - has saved me untold thousands in therapy bills throughout the years. Reading my writings may do either the same - or just the opposite - for you. Read at your own risk, as I do not offer writer malpractice insurance. ;-{) I hope you enjoy what you read here.
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