Car Size Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Car size

Had been to Lake Tahoe
Had swam, then beer and pizza
Seen Folsom and Reno, and Mustang
Last being brothel, a whore house
It was time to visit Las-Vegas.

Casino and machines
Old lady next to me, and I talked
“World has changed, ” she said and explained.
“Have you heard of hitch-hike? ” I had not.
“Hitch-hiker forced owner to stop, ” counted on:
“Left owner with nothing, stole car…”
In her words emotion, suspicion:
“The world has...turned ugly, ” was balloon.
Pressured, complained: “faith and love are both gone…”
She sighed then, she endorsed: “Next is hope…and trust.”
So exact; she was right.

I tried to move out; talked of car.
I had left in parking, time limit.
I told her of my car, a Corvair and small
She looked at my gesture:
“I like the bigger ones, safer in accidents…”
In her eyes: “Have space in front and the rear.”

Think of her and cars now,
They fit in a child’s palm.

Casino, after lost, also gain
Had enough extra for the way
Had also seen some of shows
Sinatra and Tom Jones
And others…

Time to go
Saw a wreck… lost it all, a sergeant
Asked for hike
Gave him ride, headed for Diego
Then LA and Big Sur, and back home.