39 Buick
I dreamt I owned a 1939 Buick.
Later, I realized I did not,
but wondered:
could tommy-gun wielding
gangsters still be historically relevant
without running-boards?
A very cool car,
just ask Humphrey Bogart;
he had a 38 special
and knew how to use it.
I want to tell bogie, I understand
the need for running-boards,
the Fedora, the trench coat - the pose;
one leg on the board,
the lip-hanging cigarette,
the world weary eyes,
the choice of car - the whole works.
I dreamt I drove a ‘Prius',
a nightmare on a skateboard,
still a car is just a car, right?
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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