Engine died
The car is in the shop
It's been a week, still not fixed -
cannot afford a payment, so have to wait
Meantime, driving my brother's twenty-two year old antique -
a collectible - Nissan Sentra
Over forty miles an hour it starts to shake
and grumble under the strain,
so we go according to how it feels on
a given day
It's like driving a stick shift -
deep concentration, manual thrusts.
Hope no rain; sunroof leaks -
have to wear my rain gear
So quiet, yet so LOUD -
no radio ...
The sounds of the moving machine
keeps me wide awake, alert.
I can hear it squeak and groan.
Feel every pebble and crack on the pavement
No complaints - it's reliable, durable
Takes me where I need to go
Built of real steel -
very old - reliable
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC
Engine died
The car is in the shop
It's been a week, still not fixed -
cannot afford a payment, so have to wait
Meantime, driving my brother's twenty-two year old antique -
a collectible - Nissan Sentra
Over forty miles an hour it starts to shake
and grumble under the strain,
so we go according to how it feels on
a given day
It's like driving a stick shift -
deep concentration, manual thrusts.
Hope no rain; sunroof leaks -
have to wear my rain gear
So quiet, yet so LOUD -
no radio ...
The sounds of the moving machine
keeps me wide awake, alert.
I can hear it squeak and groan.
Feel every pebble and crack on the pavement
No complaints - it's reliable, durable
Takes me where I need to go
Built of real steel -
very old - reliable
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