Small Victory
Gus whose real name ain’t Gus
gets in and creaks the door shut.
Ripped vinyl, jabbing metal
cups considerable weight.
Gus whose real name ain’t Gus
slides the key into the ignition slit
on the dashboard not the column
of this galaxy five hundred.
Gus turns the key clockwise
the starter makes a hearty attempt
turning the engine over and over.
Points are contacted, little sparks erupt.
Gus releases the key which clicks back.
Sun beats down on the faded green hood.
A sigh, another try.
Shove the gas pedal through the floorboard.
The inline 6 roars to life.
Gus whose name isn’t Gus
is on his way.
Copyright © James Graham | Year Posted 2010
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