A Poem by Fred Woods

’56 Ford

By Fred Woods

All aboard!
Got the keys to the Ford
bench front seat
column shift
pop the clutch and split
the suburban night.

One arm driving
Sugar shift for me
six Pabst on the floor
knee to knee
sweet air of cut-grass
in the dark.

Two buck fill up
slide on over
windows down
arm ‘round your shoulder
they’re playing our song!
We own this town.

Mint green two-tone
fifty-six Ford
I saw one on eBay
fully restored.


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