Used Car

"Used Car"

Where the cigarette burn came from

Who knows

I don’t smoke

Probably never will

What the stain is on the back seat

Can’t really tell

Don’t really want to find out

This beast does it job

Point A to point B

With just a little bit of stale air

The wheel shakes too much

And the brakes are tad touchy

But she’s all mine

Just like she was my sister’s before

My father’s before that

And someone’s before that

That someone probably put the stain there

Smoking while swerving

Moving in and out of traffic

Windows open

Ashes flitting back

Landing on some unsuspecting coed

I can see her

Spilling her Strawberry Hill or Pabts

Soaking her lap and eventually the seat

She panics trying to stop the burn

Who knows where that night led

All I know is its there now

I don’t bother hiding it

It gives this old car character

Or it just means I don’t care

Waiting till I get my own new car

One where I can put my own stains

And lost memories

Robert Lloyd

13 July 2011