Dear Chevy Nova
We named you Gloria
Sleek black lines
Heavily decorated with dents
A neighbor was selling cheap
Not my dream car
But you became
The car of my dreams
I was a cautious driver
Hauling my mother
To the Piggly Wiggly and library
Posture straight from the manual
Hands at 10 and 2
Radio muttering low
The local news and weather
But not so with my weekend girls
As we tooled the town loop
Center Avenue to 8th Street
And down along the lake
Fire drills at the intersections
Hand cranking the windows
We honked and hooted
Blasting the top ten favorites
Checking out what couples
Were parking at The Point
On nights when the drama
At home went from bad to worse
It was just the two of us
Heading out of town
To where the lonely roads led
Both humming softly to the stars
16 thoughts on "Dear Chevy Nova"
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Sylvia, this is a masterpiece! Great memories of my Chevy Nova, hand cranked windows, and 4/50 air-conditioning, being four windows down at 50 MPH. Also, fond memories of visits to Piggly Wiggly. Makes me smile.
How gorgeous! What a great poem, Sylvia. That car clearly meant a lot to you and it provides you with some fantastic moments. I love this!
Beautiful poem full of wonderful memories! She sounds like a very special car
Nothing like the first car and the memories attached.
So nicely done.
Great feeling & movement.
Oh gosh, Sylvia, I just love this. So hard to pick, but one of my favorites of yours so far. Yeah, it’s about the car, but more about the driver and the driver’s life. I love the intimacy you immediately create in all of these poems by the personal letter motif.
Lovely. I had a car named Champagne once, for her color. I hated it when she left me.
Your apt verbs (hauling, muttering, tooled, blasting…) give the poem strong legs
How does the Ford owner get to work? She hitches a ride with Sylvia.
Love this poem about the car and the driver! We had a loop where I lived too!
The title leads perfectly into your heartfelt and loving acknowledgment of a dear friend. I hopped in on the first line and enjoyed the ride all the way. Thank you for sharing this masterful write, Sylvia
Wow, Sylvia. This was such a fun read . . and then came that turn! Powerful ending.
Sweet nostalgia! I enjoyed this one all the way through.
Wonderful memories with such eloquent details that took me on those rides. I had an avocado green Nova and was not nearly as adventurous as you on the weekends.
Beautiful ending
I love this, Sylvia! Not a dream car, but the car of your dreams – able to transport you to new places, much as this poem did me. (My folks had a Chevy Nova when I was a kid; I remember its outdoor air vents.)