The Biggest Fan
Your white minivan isn’t much,
But it’s enough
To get us where we want to go
Or take us down some road we don’t even know.
I love taking car rides with you
And finding some good music to jam out to.
Even if we don’t know the song,
We still try to sing along.
It’s the perfect escape,
Even though the mirror could use a little bit of tape.
Being there with you makes my heart jump,
And same with every time we hit a bump.
You always have fun things in there
Like a soccer ball, a longboard, and some shades to wear.
In the back, there are no seats,
Just maybe a couple of sheets.
“Good for sitting on at the drive in,” you said.
I almost did drop dead
At the thought of us
At the drive in together with no fuss.
See, I love that little, beat-up old van.
I might even be its biggest fan.
Copyright © Ashleigh Hood | Year Posted 2017
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment