It’s a hulking tank of a car Copper colored The emblem on the steering wheel is dented I punched it when I got cut off on 95 Trying to honk at the BMW that swerved into my lane Without using a turn signal
The stereo too The face is cracked The glass is blemished It ate one of my tapes So I caught it with a solid right And sent a spider web etching through it
The passenger’s side floor is littered with garbage Cans, wrappers, plastic bottles, receipts, pine needles, pens and pencils It sounds like a junkyard wind chime When I break too quickly And the air doesn’t work anymore I had a guy I know Cross some wires and tubes So that the heat worked I figured back sweat Is better than frostbite
The back seat is torn to **** I had the back tire off my mountain bike when I was driving it somewhere And some sharp protrusion I couldn’t even tell you what it’s called Caught the leather seat and gave it a nice **** And a few peppered puncture marks
It had a six CD changer in the trunk until it broke My dad (it was originally his car) Got it installed when he bought it Because he thought people would try to steal the head unit I have no idea why
He always said it was such a nice car while he drove it Then he handed it down to me Now he never says much about it He just points out all the little dings and dents Since the last time he spared a minute to look at it
Apparently, These kinds of things never happen to him
The people I see driving ’03 Sables on the road Have one of three hair colors Blue, white, and mustard yellow I assume the yellow is supposed to be blond And they have liver spots on their hands And they wear big wrap around sunglasses Like Schwarzenegger in the original Terminator
Sometimes they wave to me And I wave back “That guys driving my car!” they must think But they are driving my car I just don’t have the chance to stop and tell them
I had some high school kid Who was learning to drive with his dad Take a corner too quick He smacked into the back right door And slowly pulled over to the side of the road with his hazards on The dad jumped out of the passenger’s side Pouring out apologies and nervously wringing his hands The front of their car Looked like it had been put through a sausage grinder My back right door Looked like it had that morning
I shrugged And told the nervous dad that it was cool No one was hurt No reason to involve insurance I’ve never had my hand shaken so hard He jumped in and they sped off I smiled to myself as the kid took another corner too fast And careened into traffic
It pulls a little to the right when I drive it now But it still takes me home Wherever that may be