emphysema highways

by on January 17, 2023 :: 0 comments

she’s not an impressive nag
magenta or metallic red
worn down by gasconade dust

even with the suspension shot
and no central air
to best this indian summer

she’s been topped
and pumped
and can shimmy her way
one hundred and eighty miles
across emphysema highways

she runs on memories
of joyboy jack oakie
california to sedalia
wheezing hard in the home stretch
downtown is a hawk’s feather away

one secret knock unlocks
blood orange refreshment
but this speakeasy is jealous
of her out there in warehouse dusk
go on babe, don’t be shy
when you piss next to her
you’ll see how she shines

editors note:

It’s not the mileage, it’s the memories. – mh clay

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