Badlands

Too bad so many of the long, cool cars have been disappearing from the roads in favor of shorter, gas efficient smartcars. Here's a little poem/song and photospread dedicated to the cars of yesteryear and the wonderful feelings of grandeur they inspire. Partially motivated by the Ballston Spa, NY antique auto show/partially motivated by rockabilly great Reverend Horton Heat. Words and images at blog.amynelsonhahn.info

Ford feeling

I just have a bottom feeling
that if I could ever tame you
if I could somehow own you like a toy
somewhere in your metal-housed heart
you'd take more care of me than any human boy,
my long ass Ford.
And a girl can love the city
and a girl can love her tomcat
but one thing she can't reclaim
is how a girl can't quite replace the love
of her long ass Ford.
Day will come I'm sitting pretty,
I won't need you anymore;
I'll be driving a Mercedes
or some Italian badass black imported front-of-the-line sportscar.
But one thing you'll never damage
is my once forever love
for my long ass Ford.

Copyright (c) 2011 Amy Nelson Hahn

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