a claims adjuster, the good
doctor
looks me over
for dents and bruises,
rust.
he lifts the hood
for an inspection,
kicks
the tires,
checks
the mileage
on the odometer,
pulls the dipstick
out
and wipes it
with a rag.
he connects me to the diagnostic
machine
in the corner.
making note
of the numbers.
it's obvious that i haven't
been garage kept,
despite
my clean and shiny
appearance.
you're good
for a few more years
he says, with a smile.
but stay in the right
lane,
and start using a better
gas,
premium
or high test.
you still have some
miles.
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