Long Tow truck Poems
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I'd weathered you once more
I'm afraid you'd become nothing
more than that beat up old Volk's wagon
out back absorbing all the fuel into your
rusty pipes again once more I'd vaguely
remembered chafe lessons and soil stained
hanker chiefs stuffed abruptly into the seats
as you returned from meaningless journey's
while my mind completed your daring task
of loving me somehow getting me back home
beyond faint hues wild notions gathered
so quickly upon my departure mostly from self
I suppose madness had occurred over time
going quite unnoticed among the norm holding up traffic
waiting on you to start an yet the satisfaction varied
throughout a pastoral past time of head lights blinking
off and yet on again by the switch of a tampered emotion
calmly I gaze over the grand grandeur of it all
well the tow truck has arrived let's get you hitched
My car stalled in the restaurant parking lot.
The waiter ran out,
To give me back my wallet.
I saw him waver from behind the restaurant window.
I have two identities.
I called the tow truck.
The driver told me what he thinks.
I feel the bumps in the rental car.
With me.
I’ve never been in the alternate dimension.
But the gravel I drive over has.
Driving in an unfamiliar car.
Becomes closer.
Slowing down but I wish…
My rental car stalled.
That’s what it’s like.
You rent a car, and rent a car, and rent a car.
A tow truck comes over, and over, and over.
Blue, green, red.
Cars I’ve driven in my head.
Waking up and I’m in Ohio.
I used to live there.
The other one.
I have two identities.
Me and the woman in the grey car.
She knew but said nothing.
I need to take my van.
Drive and get trapped in the sand.
Petals by my shaking feet.
A picnic basket appears for me to eat.
I tried to store too much in the back.
Until the seat started to crack.
Until the trunk started to open on its own.
I forgot to bring an ice cream cone.
The tide could come in anytime.
But for now, everything seems fine.
I checked my phone, no one’s called.
I had a beach chair and umbrella in my haul.
And a beach towel as well.
As the water starts to swell.
Someone else called the tow truck.
I tried to say I wasn’t even stuck.
I tried to convince them with ease.
But somewhere on the beach I dropped my keys.
Somewhere around here is paradise.
If I could see it, that would be nice.
I found out a long time ago,
it's a long way down the Holiday road.
I need a vacation from my vacation.
I'd of been better off at home in deep meditation.
"You need some time off," I'm often told,
but it's a long way down that Holiday road.
Bags are packed and the bills are all paid.
Time to get on the open highway.
Driving with the top down underneath a clear sky of blue.
It doesn't get any better than this. Then my radiator blew.
I knew something like this was going to unfold.
Yes it's a long way down that Holiday road.
After being extorted by the local tow truck driver,
my Holiday was quickly becoming a fading desire.
but when I reached the Grand Canyon it was a sight to behold.
Destination accomplished on Holiday road.
I stood breathless taking in the scenery
just prior to being chased by a rapid coyote.
I spent the entire night asleep in a tree.
This vacation is killing me.
I awoke in the morning shivering and cold,
but thankfully no rabid coyote to behold.
This vacation is making me tired and old
and it's only my second day on Holiday road.
I ran out of my boots during the coyote run.
My bare feet were cracked and blistered under the hot mid day sun.
I must have run miles in this difficult terrain.
"Oh Perfect!" I said out loud as it started to rain.
I found my way back and felt even more the fool.
I left the top down. My car was a swimming pool.
Thankfully though no major damage done
and after my car dried out in the open sun
once again I was on the open road
to pursue more "fun" and "relaxation" on my Holiday road.
My favorite junkyard is in Chariton, Iowa.
A rusty old tow truck at the top of the hill
Painted to look exactly like Mater in the Cartoon.
When I approach the junkyard, I do with anticipation
And there he is. Sitting on the hill with his big eyed
cartoon smile, same goofy teeth.
It makes the rest of the junkyard seem happy
Which is fantastic if you can overlook all of the
beautiful cars and trucks that were once loved
But are now rusting away in depressive sadness.
There he is! I think miles before I arrive.
I am not sure what I will feel if the cartoon Mater
ever disappears. Today, at this second, I do not have to worry.
There is the goofy smile.
Assuring me that everything in the junk yard is okay.
Conversing with a stranger
Is a New York City norm,
To comment on a situation
Or to just inform.
My chat with stranger #1
Took place as we observed
A tow truck hooking up a car
Which likely it deserved…
For it was parked illegally.
My stranger friend and I
Agreed that we would hate to be
The “where’s-my-car-at?”guy.
My next exchange took place
At the St. Patrick’s Day Parade.
A woman with green gloves enjoyed
A choice that I had made.
“I like your earrings – though they’re green,
They’re subtle, yet they say
I’ve got my Irish on to hear
The bagpipes holding sway.”
We chatted then ‘bout this and that
As bands came into view;
But what’s her name or where’s she live?
I haven’t got a clue.
What I love about the city is
The choice is ours to make –
Converse or blend into the crowd;
There isn’t much at stake.
Anonymity’s the rule
Though strangers, when connected,
May enjoy a conversation
Knowing nothing is expected.
My daughter was not aware of any notification, so when a tow truck pulled up it was an indication and all because of a parking violation, her car was towed to another destination. The implication of the vehicle’s location led to an ongoing verbal altercation. Now because of the rising situation, the accusation heightened the level of my daughter’s frustration. So without hesitation, my daughter wanted immediate affirmation which caused her to seek others validation.
She was so focused on how wrong the driver was and how he didn’t have to tow, that he could have taken a few dollars and just let her car go. To her, she was only parked there for a few minutes, so of course she didn’t want to hear her part in it. I tried through communication to break down the process of elimination.
Step 1 - You parked your car in that spot.
Step 2 - Your car was towed.
Step 3 - You had to pay a fee.
Now mind you, there would be no Step 2 and 3 without a Step 1.
Of course she wasn’t satisfied, she truly thought I was picking sides. There was no level of appreciation, because her not knowing her irritation caused her to miss the gratification in being thankful that the car was towed, not stole. And yes, this could have been avoided and this didn’t have to be, but thank God she was financially blessed and able to pay the fee.
After all of this, there was wisdom to gain, never park your car again within a fire lane.
Moral of the story - Learn to appreciate the blessings in life’s lessons.
I was following a speeding ambulance down the street the other day,
When it took a sharp corner and the back door flew open all the way!
A large Styrofoam box fell out and I screeched to a halt to peer inside.
What I found was so loathsome that my amazement I could not hide!
Nestling in packed ice and peering back at me was a human toe!
I reckoned it was being taken to a hapless chap on which to re-sew!
As a result of this very grave incident the only thing I knew to do,
Was summon a 'tow' truck! I think you would've done the same thing too!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Don't panic - this is another fictional write!
Mom’s old Chrysler is the scourge of my life
driving it, this sedan makes me complain
forty meters on a ride, the wheels pop--
by that time, I miss the green light... again!
So I'm squatting like a fool on a byway
with prayers, the tow truck gets here real fast--
while counting a hundred 'go' lights blink on ;
my lacy dress spoils, my frail wits aghast!
To make matters worse, tonight's the great prom...
While above the green bulb, a poster reads,
" Is your auto worn-out? Here's an offer!
Get the new Chrysler where each ride succeeds!
Carolyn Devonshire's Contest
Green Humor Rhymes, Old Or New For Prizes
1/16/2019 ~ Revised
In cities, you can often tell
A holiday’s at hand,
Although it might be one
That you don’t really understand.
You don’t find out by hearing
Someone pass a stray remark;
The information’s gleaned by noting
Where you get to park.
On holidays (no matter which)
The rules are all suspended,
So those who do observe will not
Be angry or offended.
Your car, which usually must move
So streets can then be swept,
Can stay exactly where it is,
Which all must then accept.
No tickets issued by a cop,
No tow truck come to move it;
The owner needn’t worry –
There’s no one to disapprove it.
A city welcomes everyone
Of every faith and creed,
For holidays from parking rules
Are what we surely need!