Robert Edgar Burns (02/14/1953 / Dunedin, Florida)

There I was in my cowboy boots
Just a leaning up against that car,
A nineteen fifty one Hudson Hornet,
A former winning Indy car!

Metallic blue with silver flakes,
Two carbs underneath her hood.
I won’t forget that my very first car,
With the girl there looked mighty good.

Heads would turn all over town
Whenever I’d go driving by.
Especially when I was gassing up,
A quarter per gallon seemed especially high!

One day at the Little General,
A popular convenience store,
I went inside for peanuts and pop
But forgot to shut my door.

A man was leaning inside my car
When I exited that establishment.
I imagined he liked the interior,
And the dashboard ornaments.

He stood upright and winked at me,
Telling me I had a beauty there.
I thanked him with a prideful smile,
And said “Would you like to see the spare? ”

“I’m not speaking about your trunk
You silly little teenage boy.”
“It’s that angel in your front seat,
She’s better than your four wheeled toy! ”

After forty one years I miss that car
More than one story could ever tell.
But that angel from my car seat,
Still has me in her loving spell.