it wasn't uncommon
to
see men
lying beneath their cars
in their under shirts,
or bent over the engine
with the hood up.
a cold Ballantine
nearby.
a radio playing
with the baseball game
on.
the car under a shady
tree
after being washed
and waxed.
the hubcaps gleaming
with a reflective
shine.
it' was a different era.
a different time.
they might of had a
date that night at
the drive-in.
or a ride around town
with buddies
or girls that may or may
not have been
girlfriends.
it seemed different then.
time felt slower.
the world spun
at a different pace.
we actually talked on
the phone back then.
we said we were sorry.
then tried again.
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