Friday, June 5, 2009
Poetry Friday: Alternate Side of the Street Parking
This week, here in Gotham, I had a horrible run-in with a fellow New Yorker. The reason for the altercation was alternate side of the street parking. I won't go into it, except to say that it made me realize how lucky we are in this town not to have to rely on a car. And in honor of my 1999 Subaru Outback Wagon, and of the four winters I spent at college in Maine, here is a poem for a cold Friday:
Starting the Subaru at Five Below
Ater 6 Maine winters and 100,000 miles,
when I take it to be inspected
I search for gas stations where they
just say beep the horn and don't ask me to
put it on the lift, exposing its soft
rusted underbelly. Inside is the record
of commuting: apple cores, a bag from
McDonald's, crushed Dunkin Donuts cups,
a flashlight that doesn't work and one
that does, gas receipts blurred beyond
recognition. Finger tips numb, nose
hair frozen, I pump the accelerator
and turn the key. The battery cranks,
the engine gives 2 or 3 low groans and
starts. My God it starts. And unlike
my family in the house, the job I'm
headed towards, the poems in my briefcase,
the dreams I had last night, there is
no question about what makes sense.
White exhaust billowing from the tail pipe,
heater blowing, this car is going to
move me, it's going to take me places.
-- Stuart Kestenbaum
from Pilgrimage, (c) 1990, Coyote Love Press
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3 comments:
What a thing to think of in June!
You know, this winter I discovered a dismaying flaw in my Suby (an 04 Forester which I love). The car's thermometer doesn't go any lower than -14! It was 32 below at our house -- really -- and I know it was colder down in the village, but I can't say how much.
Guess it doesn't get that cold in Japan.
Love the poem. Sorry to hear about the alternate side of kindness. Hope your little Subaru survived unscathed.
Thanks, Brattcat. The Subaru was fine, and after deep breathing, so was I.
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