Best Hubcaps Poems

Highway One California

Lovely and so cooling, was driving my 
1956 Chevy Bel-Aire ragtop!
Its whitewall tires, its heavenly hubcaps.
Just stunningly gleaming!
That magnificent red and white convertible!
With joys, so profoundly thrilling!


June 2, 2019
7pm PST

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Dedicated  to my parents,  who gave me  this 
car on my birthday....

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Woke up this morning to dirty dishes and fly’s in the kitchen.  It was raining outside.  Raining hammers and nails.  I heard the baby crying but it didn’t mean anything to me.  I was lost in a dream a fantasy. ...

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I took my periodic stroll through the local antique store today.
I stumbled over things and stepped 'round clutter to make my way.
I looked for clocks, found none, but saw many things I could do without,
And those are the things that I propose to tell you...

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I took my periodic stroll through the local antique store today.
I stumbled over things and stepped 'round clutter to make my way!
I looked for clocks - found none, but saw many things I could do without,
And those are the things that I propose to tell...

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Mint condition - brand new transmission and loaded.  I used to fit that description.
You should've seen me brand new. My owner had the only key to my ignition.

But one day I heard him say he was selling me and moving away. That was the
End...

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Going to Connie Mack Stadium would be good.
However, I don’t like walking through that neighborhood.
Up there is where some trouble is going on.
Park your car, and you will find your hubcaps gone.
Perhaps they won’t bother us if I stay close to you.
There are some troublemakers...

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SOUTH PHILADELPHIA WHORE
You'll breath her essence as her love's implied
upstairs from where she drank her watered wine,
and for an hundred dollars she has cried
to make you feel the man and feel just fine;

her Afro is all curling in your hair
and as the beat goes on...

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My memory bank is outta funds
Someone musta robbed me in the night
Think my name's either Jack or Charlie
Can't remember which one is right

Had to look on my driver's license
To determine if I am who I am
That's quite sad, seems I've lost my identity
Could be a...

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Yo,
I got two titans,
They be fightin' and rightin' wrongs on the sharp curves of Nashville,
Equipped with expressive brakes,
I mean straight screamin',
Irate with hubcaps from 1993, for all to see, 
They gaze and wonda?
Why one wheel got a different pattern than the othas,
Yo the 96 ultima,...

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PHILADELPHIA PITH AND PHILTER
You'll breath her essence as her love's implied
upstairs from where she drank her watered wine,
and for an hundred dollars she has cried
to make you feel the man and feel just fine;

her Afro is all curling in your hair
and as the beat goes...

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like two car hubcaps shinin' 'n' moonin'
like helixed necks of neckin' swans swoonin'
like a quiet tide-pool tranquilly poolin'
like Gouramis kissin' each other schoolin'

like two teenagers in a car backseat
young gendered duet, together complete
saunter hand-in-hand down some Paris street
or cornered in a cafe, quietly discreet

like as...

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All of a sudden, the town sort of changed,
As though the years had heaped all their dust in one go,
Reshaping the atmosphere and structure,
Erecting a darker, more feral architecture.

I sat on a bench in the square with a Diet Coke,
A Café Crème silently smouldered in...

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PHILADELPHIA PITH AND PHILTER
You'll breath her essence as her love's implied
upstairs from where she drank her watered wine,
and for an hundred dollars she has cried
to make you feel the man and feel just fine;

her Afro is all curling in your hair
and as the beat goes...

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They float on feather hubcaps
Gypsy dance in the elegance of the sun
They grow antlers in venus spectrum
Holding backyard festivals, with pagan costumes

She is free
She can't see me
I am becoming
Always lost and returned again

We swirl around the fog of beach
The pallour in her eyes casts a...

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My daddy is in sales the child told me.
He will get hubcaps for you, spinners, copper, whatever you want.
But he is careful about who he sells to.
Can he get me an I-phone?
Sure. He sometimes comes by them.
A stereo?
What’s that?
It’s something no one has any more.
Maybe....

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