Twin Spark
A poem about the beautiful things money alone can’t buy
To power stirring, I said farewell
I sought to buy an old new car
one of twenty Alfasuds for sale
but cash alone won’t get me far
A beloved anachronism
without A/C or twin spark
a classic that made history
but not as classic as the ark
I steer the car with style
she says I drive far too safe
I love my car too much
to succumb to a lady’s chafe
I am sorry, darling
for not tending to your needs
take more chances, be extravagant
but who will look after my two kids?
Sunrise is our cue
we have to go to bed
drinking-singing-smooching
not one word between us said
Maceo saxed so loud
could hardly hear her voice
that’s how I’d spend all my nights
if I ever had a choice
A poem about the beautiful things money alone can’t buy.
Saxed: The verb for ‘playing the saxophone’. Not a word yet? Let’s establish it!
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