The Old Jalopy

The old jalopy feels unloved and unwanted. Many years now she has languished in this long-abandoned junkyard. Unhinged, she is an utter wreck. She had been kept for her "parts" but now, not even for that! Very rarely, a young boy wanders by. He sits inside her frame, pretending to be her driver. But nobody can take the place of her Johnny. All these years rusting away, dreaming of her yesterdays, she recalls the cocky handsome lad named Johnny with the slicked back hair and foot heavy on her pedal- the one who belted out "Great Balls of Fire" or his favorite,"Johnny B. Goode," which played on the radio as he careened with her down the back country roads. How sweet his voice became when he crooned "Love Me Tender." There is no more love for the old jalopy now. Something new has happened recently. Large machines have been making a horrible racket. Today they approach her area of the old junk yard. Soon the shell of her - like her soul - will be totally demolished. July 25, 2019 for John Hamilton's the 'NA rerun-2' Poetry Contest N/A when judged 7/27/19 in The Old Jalopy Contest (if you mean, our best of N/A's from only the year 2019, I would choose this one)