Fifty
Four Willys
It
was my Willys Aero
in that
sagging wood garage.
A
reminder of a better time,
like
a withered prom corsage.
Its
faded skin was green and white
and
covered up with dust.
It
sat on flat and rotting tires,
its
nose cone flecked with rust.
I
bought four Mohawk recaps,
it lifted
from the ground.
I
added battery, points, and plugs
and
the engine came around.
I
had the outside painted black.
New
interior, red and white.
Colored
paper covered the dome light,
to enhance
the mood at night.
It
had two hump like tail fins
like
its cousin Henry J.
And
was followed by a light blue smoke
as
the Casite burned away.
Dennis Price
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