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Twenty years ago i watched in awe |
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As my dad drove up the driveway. |
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More than proud to have a brand |
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New family car. |
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Thirty miles to the gallon, 0 to 60, |
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Sometimes. |
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I remember putting down the back |
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Seat and lying in the hatchback. |
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Looking at the sky watching |
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Trees go by. |
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I was the son of a preacher, and |
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He was a rich poor man. |
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No a.c. |
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No fm, |
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And no regrets, |
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In my chevette. |
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The winter cracked the highway and |
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We tried to dodge the potholes. |
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He never promised us it would be a |
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Gentle ride. |
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He never had a problem though, |
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Keeping it on the narrow road. |
