I met a guy I used to know, who said:
“You take your ’57 Karnak, now,
The model that they called their Coop de Veal
That had the pointy rubber boobs for bumpers–
You take that car, owned by a nigger now
Likelier’n not, with half its chromium teeth
Knocked down its throat and aerial ripped off,
Side stitched with like bullets where the stripping’s gone
And rust like a fungus spreading on the fenders,
Well, what I mean, that fucking car still runs,
Even the moths in the upholstery are old
But it gets around, you see one on the street
Beat-up and proud, well, Jeezus what a country,
Where even the monuments keep on the move.”
(Howard Nemerov)
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