‘87 Chevy Pickup
Starting Old Blue
is a solid coax.
first, pat her
on the dash,
call her baby
as I turn the key,
give a little gas
and see,
too much and she
will surely flood,
not enough she stalls.
tap the pedal twice
and pray.
she rumbles
up a cloud from
the exhaust,
shakes like waking dog,
be patient,
wait,
sometimes the warmup
lasts all day.
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Love this, the content AND the form. I would have been sorely tempted to do it all in couplets, but I’m sure you have your reasons.
I’ve met some farm trucks like this before. This poem is delightful.
Detail oriented and great visuals!
Love those old temperamental autos, and this poem is a great homage to one.