days, the 1970s,
on a cold day, a freezing
morning
after a hard snow
and sleet,
many cars
wouldn't start.
there'd be
ice on the windshield
and the motor
would
turn and crank, but to
no avail.
just the whirring
of the starter
trying hard to make
the engine come alive.
the battery
dead.
no heat,
no radio,
no luck.
you got out
of your car,
opened the trunk
and waited for a neighbor
to come
out to help you.
you stood there in
the purple gloom of
morning
with your open hood
and cables
dangling,
smoking a cigarette
as you leaned against
the ice cold car.
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