Old Hipster Dick.
I saw a lot of him,
thanks to assigned parking.
He figured he was going places,
glued the Wickes Lumber logo right on the family car.
What a double-knit comb-over.

Remarking on my green roadster,
“They’re fast cars, but no good for screwin’.”
Old hipster Dick.

Just a few days later
came our first time,
in the Liberty Bell lot with
the Spit tucked dark and low,
the seat laid back,
just twenty minutes till post.
Such spontaneous romantics!

Then driving home,
the little Leylander
shuddered and sputtered,
phought the Philly traffic, but
couldn’t find the might to merge.
Me, missing our turn
not once but twice.
You laughed twice as hard…

Old Hipster Dick.
We sure proved him wrong.

10/02/2011

Author's Note: God save British Leyland! (too late?)

Posted on 10/02/2011
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