39 Buick
I dreamt I awoke in a 1939 Buick -
the way it seeped into the 40’s
without the running boards.
I wondered
how could tommy gun wielding
gangsters appear historically relevant
without running boards.
Then I thought, what the hell
I’m in a 39 Buick
so every tommy-gun totting thug
better watch out,
running boards or not.
This is a very cool car,
just ask Humphrey Bogart
he had a 38 special
and he knew how to use it.
Tell him I understood
his choice of car
when you get to where he is.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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