Long live
that blue
54 Chevy
with dots
for tails
and fancy chrome
door handles that
slipped your smile
back to you
with a welcome
reflection
into a long cushy
fat blue pin stripped
seat with snappy springs
where kids bounced
while music played
of summer warm
and windows
were full down
letting in salty
shoreline air
buffeting hair and eyes
as that Chevy
with black wide
rubber tires
beat the pavement
and the hood
ornament pointed
our way
home.
Roger Singer 