How dare you trade in
that old grey truck!
I know you in that truck.
Recognize you on the road.
The distinctive rattle as you approach,
the whiff of burning oil.
A wave. A honk.
Yes, a few parts were rusting off.
The front grill was taped together.
Yes, it started with a cough,
or something more like a bark.
Yes, it squealed and shimmied
if you stamped on the brakes.
The mileage was…
well… if the odometer worked
the mileage would be beyond count.
But for 30 years I knew you in that truck
Passed me on the road most every day.
A rattle. A whiff.
A wave. A honk.
Now some slick red truck flies by me.
Clean. Odorless. Quiet.
There’s a wave, and a honk.
But is it you?
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