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)
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August 12, 2019 at 3:59 PM
This one had teeth. I want to run out and yell, "stop" to someone. There is no one there to listen, yet I still want to scream. I love old things, buildings, stuff, people. They are lost treasure. Hugs my friend. A cup of tea under the big tree in the back. Fresh scones, made early, before the sun thought to smile...Ann
Allison Avatar
August 11, 2019 at 11:16 AM
superb personification Andrea many congrats on your win with John:-) hugs Jan xx
Marcum Wong Avatar
August 10, 2019 at 6:57 PM
I am happy to see this on John's winner's list Andrea. I remember this sweet poem. Congratulations! : ) xxoo
Hamilton Avatar
August 10, 2019 at 6:26 PM
I enjoyed this one Andrea, well you got a good win this time around, well done!
Dietrich Avatar
August 10, 2019 at 8:06 PM
thanks so much. I appreciate that, john.
Lamoureux Avatar
July 28, 2019 at 12:14 AM
A sad nostalgic piece. Hopefully someone will save her.
Inman Avatar
July 27, 2019 at 5:11 PM
Poor old girl.
Krutsinger Avatar
July 27, 2019 at 3:50 AM
"the one who belted out "Great Balls of Fire" or his favorite,"Johnny B. Goode,"- oh, yes, I can see why she is feeling neglected. I am ready to hear both of these in my old jalopy right now. Sweet write my friend!
Walker Avatar
July 26, 2019 at 9:59 PM
I felt for this old jalopy.
Laurie Avatar
July 26, 2019 at 8:20 PM
Hello Andrea ... sadly, a much loved machine on the scrap heap after serving it's purpose. Tells plenty about life really - thank you Andrea - Lindsay
Godwin Avatar
July 26, 2019 at 11:54 AM
Dog gone it, so moving that you almost had me in tears over a nonexistent car! I prefer to only cry for cars I've known. Love where your muse took this contest. Love ... CayCay
Foster Avatar
July 26, 2019 at 9:27 AM
I am so very sad for this car. I love to fix things and bring them back from the edge. I loved more, how you told this story and made me feel. Excellent. Ann
Cunningham Avatar
July 26, 2019 at 8:18 AM
A sad end for what was once a beautiful car, it conjured images of the fifties and the good old rock n roll days. Tom
Pandit Avatar
July 26, 2019 at 6:53 AM
I like the way you gave the old car human memories and feelings..great personification, Andrea.
Mcferran Avatar
July 25, 2019 at 11:17 PM
Sad, nostalgic write... poor jalopy! I loved when the young boy sat in her frame & pretended to drive (I remember doing that when I was a kid!). Nicely penned! ;)
Michael Avatar
July 25, 2019 at 7:11 PM
Nice write...I like the concept, delivery, just the style in general...poor jalopy...there's a new junk in town....
Craig Avatar
July 25, 2019 at 5:03 PM
You made the human, now aged an old unwanted. The poem made me feel for the car as if it were human. So sad. - Mike
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