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Buick Poems - Poems about Buick


39 Buick

I dreamt I owned a 1939 Buick.
Later, I realized I did not,
but wondered:
could tommy-gun wielding
gangsters still be historically relevant
without running-boards?

A very cool car,
just ask Humphrey Bogart;
he had a 38 special
and knew how to use it.

I want to tell bogie, I understand
the need for running-boards,
the Fedora, the trench coat - the pose;
one leg on the board,
the
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Categories: buick, poetry,
Form: Free verse

39 Buick

I dreamt I awoke in a 1939 Buick 
as it sped into the 40’s,
a decade depleted of running boards.

I wondered 
how could tommy-gun wielding 
gangsters appear historically relevant
without running boards?
Running boards mark an era
the way hats do.

Then I thought, what the hell
I’m in a 1939 Buick
so every tommy gun toting punk
better watch out
running boards or
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Categories: buick, poetry,
Form: Free verse



Never Make a Left-Hand Turn On Moss While Driving a Buick In Odessa, Texas

When I was Seven, 
Six of us piled in to a shiny
New Buick. 
“A quick errand across town” 
It was hot
I fell asleep. 
I was awoken 
By the screams.
A dump truck had eaten 
us up and spit out our core

A heavy blow 
Against my head
Made everything go dark.
I wake up to silence.
The screaming had
stopped but
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Categories: buick, anxiety, lost,
Form: Free verse

39 Buick

I dreamt I awoke in a 1939 Buick -
the way it seeped into the 40’s
without the running boards.
I wondered 
how could tommy gun wielding 
gangsters appear historically relevant
without running boards.
Then I thought, what the hell
I’m in a 39 Buick
so every tommy-gun totting thug
better watch out,
running boards or not.
This is a very cool car,
just ask Humphrey
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Categories: buick, poetry,
Form: Blank verse

The Black Buick

and he was a legend wherever he went, polite, good looking and with a certain killer style, they all loved him, his ways, his humor but most of all because he didn't compete with them....easy going and honest to a tee.

so shockwaves shot round the town and further, when he was found with his pants
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Categories: buick, addiction, death,
Form: Free verse




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