My Sister's T-Bird Poem by chris schwartz

It was a rusty old wheel
Off the '67 T-Bird
Propped up on the side
Of our three bedroom ranch.
Daddy kept it there
For the better part
Of my childhood years
And it never
Meant all that much.
She was the middle child
It was her very first car
I think four hundred was the
Price at the time.
Daddy brought it home
From his place of work
Proud to give it to
His second born.

Jammin' to Jethro Tulle
On the Eight Track
Sitting In the Passenger seat
Suicide doors
Electric car seats
Wheels made of Chrome
And the" Fox",
Who was my sister.
Never meant all that much
At the time
Til the car got hit
On the street one night
Til my sister left
And I stayed right
Til the chrome wheel propped
Up against the garage
Started rusting
When Daddy had to leave.

Sheer out of anger
The steel wool was found
I took the old wheel
And I scrubbed it down
Until it was shiny.
Then I found an antique store
Where things end up
Unvalued anymore
And I came across
Jethro Tull's eight track
Of Aqua Lung.
I took the wheel and
The eight track tape
Put them into an old T-Bird
I found on E-Bay.
Now I'm cruising in my
Daddy's car
Playing the eight track
Of Jethro Tulle
Rolling on the wheels
Of a sister,
Who never cared much
About it all.
But my wheel is shiny
And hers is made of glass
You can't polish the chrome
On a bottle.
And Jethro Tulle
Still sings
Aqua lung.