years ago the termini
(that's the rail station in roma)
had a '52 chevy pickup truck on display in the lobby
it was surprising to see it there
you don't see american vehicles in italy
well the termini and the times have changed
but i was thinking about my '52 chevy pickup today
i'm not sure when i saw the one in rome
or when i had mine
both were a while ago
1990 or so
mine was sweet
some young woman sold it to me
it was her x-boyfriends, he left it at her place
i guess she was upset with him
she sold it for three hundred bucks
it needed about a hundred dollars worth of work
by cousin don, a real pro and old vehicle lover
made my truck tick like an old singer sewing machine
cousin don wasn't my cousin before i met him
i found him through an add in a newspaper
but he remained a dear cousin and kept my truck tuned
until the day he died
how very dear that old truck was
original everything
even had a san francisco giants sticker from the fifties
on the rear window
a white billiard cue ball on the floor gear shift
the interior i had redone in original leather style
it had a visor over the windshield
some old dents, not too many
i did a green and black two-tone paint job
with a brush and matt finish
it looked factory done and aged by time
how sweet, it ran with such a tick, tick, tick
and i rode the old classic
everywhere in and around san francisco
so many time we crossed the golden gate
alas, we moved away and i sold it
where has it gone
like watching my children who have grown
like seeing all turn into the past
we love life
endure it
do the best we can
and the big wheel keeps on turning, tick, tick, tick
once in a while
we look back and recall
still keeping our heads up
as we move on into the future
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
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