Saturday, June 12, 2010

Goodbye, My Love

Goodbye, My Love
by Gideon Burton

I trusted you and now it's torn apart:
My happiness, and worse, my trusty truck.
You broke my new transmission and my heart,
And now my cash skeedaddles with my luck.
Oh, Cherry, one part reckless, one divine,
you turned my motor once, I do confess,
but how am I to pay your massive fine?
I'm dubious our gears again will mesh.
The wilted pistons are as good as dead,
and so is my affection, dear, it's true:
I picture your sweet face beneath my tread.
These things aren't fixed with kisses and some glue!
   Forget the church, I'm going off to Napa
   And as for you and me--it's in the crapper.

Feel free to copy, imitate, remix, or redistribute this poem as long as you give proper acknowledgment of authorship. Photo: flickr - Carin Fausett


  1. I have difficulty believing that you ever actually owned a pickup truck.

    I, however, grew up in a pickup truck. In my mind, the ones that are falling apart are the best. They look right at home at the auction or the rodeo. And you don't have to worry about them getting dirty as you travel muddy dirt roads. Ah, good times. Thanks for the tangential memories.