Thirty-Nine in the Springtime
Brandie Trent
...and on the first sunny day of spring,
I am at the Main Street carwash.
The boys are there
with Chevys
with Dodges
clods fall from their flaps
mud melts from their work boots
They are in jeans
and cowboy shirts
with fancy embroidery
and pearl buttons
The anthem in their speakers
I know well
and I am vacuuming french fries from my floorboards,
carrying coagulated chocolate milk in cartons to the dumpster
and I too am sunning off the frost of winter,
coughing out salt in my throat,
but my ride is a Chrysler
Do you want to see my pretty horses run?
I am at the Main Street carwash.
The boys are there
with Chevys
with Dodges
clods fall from their flaps
mud melts from their work boots
They are in jeans
and cowboy shirts
with fancy embroidery
and pearl buttons
The anthem in their speakers
I know well
and I am vacuuming french fries from my floorboards,
carrying coagulated chocolate milk in cartons to the dumpster
and I too am sunning off the frost of winter,
coughing out salt in my throat,
but my ride is a Chrysler
Do you want to see my pretty horses run?